Poison oak some boyhood bravery.
when the telephone was a tin can on a string.
and i fell asleep with you still talking to me.
you said you weren't afraid to die.
In polaroids you were dressed in women's clothes.
were you made ashamed whyd you lock them in the drawer.
And i don't think that i ever loved you more.
than when you turned away.
when you slammed the door.
when you stole the car drove towards mexico.
and you wrote bad checks just to fill your arm.
I was young then i still believed in war.
but let the poets cry themselves to sleep.
and all their tearful words could turn back into steam.
me im a single cell on a serpants tongue.
and theres a muddy field where a garden was
and i'm glad you got away.
but i'm still stuck out hear.
my clothes are soaking wet from your brothers tears.
And i never thought this life was possible.
you're the yellow bird that i've been waiting for.
the end of paralysis i was a statuette
Now i'm drunk as hell on a piano bench,
and when i press the keys it all gets reversed.
the sound of lonliness makes me happier.