My brother finds comfort in He assigns every a name He believes they add up to certainty And upset with the fractions that remain
So I these maps with my eyes And at best, I can trace with my all the way To that town where she an attempt to forget The cracks and the of my face
So Jetsabel cleaned out the for me And she piled the boxes in the Tomorrow she wakes she'll come take them away And they will never me again
But it is still hard to sleep with the moon's beams I run to the backyard to freeze in my place by the wrought iron gate Too afraid and ashamed to
Today I walked through the And a field of headstones They were in like the weeks on calendars Where box is a day that you can ever escape
Without pills for your sleep These memories leak these faucets that weep Hot tears against the shower floor And I stand in the steam as if a dream
I can see her by the sink From behind the bathroom mirror she pulls a And placed it my tongue She said, You are as as a sheet, you look awful my sweet Lay down and for the sun
So I stayed in bed, she brought me water And each night from a volume out loud She soft poetry Her was 'Annabel Lee'
And words, like these drugs, comforted me But the clocks kept waving hands And she not understand Why my would never drop
And she promised with tears That she would be here I heard truth like the sea
I said, My Arienette, oh, how soon you house will never be your home And you will leave in the fall when the trees become And colors lie dead in the grass
Gold and green torture me like the lies I believe so Oh my Jetsabel, look at this that I have made If you want maybe drop by Put some on my grave So that I will beautiful in my silent sepulcher
Yeah, that's fine, throw those dresses I don't anything of hers For the moon never shines and the never rise bringing me dreams Haunted by the ghosts of those eyes