(no subject)
Does she kiss your eyelids in the morning when you start to raise your head?
And does she sing to you incessantly from the space between your bed and wall?
Does she walk around all day at school with her feet inside your shoes?
Looking down every few steps to pretend she walks with you.
Oh, does she know that place below your neck that is your favorite to be touched?
and does she cry through broken sentences like I love you far too much?
Does she lay awake listening to your breath?
Worried you smoke too many cigarettes.
Is she coughing now on a bathroom floor?
For every speck of tile there's a thousand more you won't ever see, but most hold inside yourself eternally
Well, I drug your ghost across the country and we plotted out my death.
In every city, memories would whisper: "Here is where you rest."
I was determined in Chicago but I dug my teeth into my knees
and I settled for a telephone and sang into your machine.
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
And I kissed a boy with a broken jaw that his father gave to him.
he had eyes bright enough to burn me,
They reminded me of yours.
And in a story told he was a little boy in a red-rouge, sun-bruised field
and there were rows of ripe tomatoes where a secret was concealed.
And it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands.
And it stretched for centuries to a diary entry's end where I wrote,
You make me happy oh, when skies are gray
You make me happy oh,
when skies are gray and gray and gray.
Well the clock's heart it hangs inside its open chest
with hands stretched towards the calendar hanging itself
but I will not weep for those dying days.
For all the ones who've left there's a few that stayed.
And they found me here and pulled me from the grass where I was laid.