All our stars are dead again
All that light is in your head
We waste so much time together
I have so much else to go for
Home is a place I’d like to go
O, to be a little warm
And close
Yours is a face I’d like to see
O, could you pick it out for me
For me
Nightcrawlers clog up my drain
Every night, the same refrain
My old buggy, boring town
I could be out getting killed right now
Home is a place I’d like to go
O, to be a little warm
And close
Yours is a face I’d like to see
O, could you pick it out for me
For me
At dawn, all is calm
In the morning she blinks with great effort
In the evening she thinks from her favorite chair
In the afternoon she does nothing
Every night I shut off her body with my hands
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Second Marriage
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