the good, the bad, and their marriage.
molly spoke of a shootout on the bridge, the old hickory bridge
the dilly day between you and me
my bones jutting out like revolvers and triggers
a hot kiss left burning on sunny soot fingers
your mouth tastes like tar, like ash, like gravel
the vultures all sing and the heat waves unravel
there's a boy whistling dixie eight miles aways
and it might be blood, not water, but we'll make sure it rains
make it pour, cure the drought, douse a weather-beaten heart
forget time, we'll make it up, cure some witchcraft tick tocking
hands itch on gun holsters boots quaking not talking but
you breathe and i stop and we swallow and sweat
it's high noon, and molly, is spreading news of a shootout, at best--
darling. there was a line, and you crossed it.
and i'd lend you a hand, if only i
didn't enjoy watching
pretty boys drown.
"Draw."
the dilly day between you and me
my bones jutting out like revolvers and triggers
a hot kiss left burning on sunny soot fingers
your mouth tastes like tar, like ash, like gravel
the vultures all sing and the heat waves unravel
there's a boy whistling dixie eight miles aways
and it might be blood, not water, but we'll make sure it rains
make it pour, cure the drought, douse a weather-beaten heart
forget time, we'll make it up, cure some witchcraft tick tocking
hands itch on gun holsters boots quaking not talking but
you breathe and i stop and we swallow and sweat
it's high noon, and molly, is spreading news of a shootout, at best--
darling. there was a line, and you crossed it.
and i'd lend you a hand, if only i
didn't enjoy watching
pretty boys drown.
"Draw."