My finds comfort in calculators He assigns every number a He that they add up to certainty And he's upset with the fractions that
So I examine maps with my eyes And at best, I can trace my finger all the way To that town where she went an attempt to The cracks and the lines of my
So Jetsabel cleaned out the for me And she piled the boxes in the Tomorrow when she wakes she'll come them away And they will never me again
But it is still to sleep with the moon's heavy beams I run to the backyard Just to freeze in my place by the wrought iron Too and ashamed to advance
I walked through the snow And found a field of They were in rows the weeks on calendars Where box is a day that you can ever escape
Without pills for your sleep memories leak from these faucets that weep Hot splash 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 she pulls a thermometer And placed it my tongue She said, You are as pale as a sheet, you look awful my Lay and wait for the sun
So I stayed in bed, she brought me water And read each from a volume out loud She whispered poetry Her favorite was 'Annabel
And words, like these drugs, comforted me But the clocks kept their hands And she not understand Why my would never drop
And although she promised tears That she would be here I heard like the sounding sea
I said, My Arienette, oh, how soon you This house will be your home And you will leave in the fall when the become graves And their colors lie dead in the
Gold and green torture me like the I believe so easily Oh my Jetsabel, look at this that I have made If you want drop by sometime Put some on my grave So that I will beautiful in my silent sepulcher
Yeah, that's fine, those dresses away I don't want of hers For the never shines and the stars never rise Without me dreams Haunted by the ghosts of bright eyes