She fit her ear to my chest
The bird of her thoughts fluttered through my rib cage
Fallen feathers dusted off forgotten forevers
"I can't hear your breathing," she said
And I saw my future on cherry lips I'd never seen before.
He flashed his light through my dark parts
Hadn't thought to clean up; we met the last time my tears fell
But Saturdays are my days to water the misery plant
That I'll wear with the locket he gave me at the gallows
To remind that sometimes things are exactly the way they seem.
The wind spoke my name on the wrong breath, to the wrong ear
In the wrong bed, but in the right tone
And she cried to the wrong man
So I stand at the wrong grave
And think of when everything was right.
The cleaning lady found the body - typical
Always the cat, leaving gifts out on my doorstep
that tick as I cut the ribbon
Reminding me of my spot in line.
She is the acid rain on my parade
Our love was the skeleton of an umbrella
When she wasn't drinking sh