everything changed the day you left.
i packed up a trunk, pitched a tent on your steps
and held my breath the day you left.

everything bleeds if you poke it too hard.
we buried the cat in your grandmother's yard.
and held our wake for old time's sake.

this isn't what i was trying to do
a tangle of blonde, face down in my room.
oh, god, save the best for last.

animal eyes and a body that lies
at night behind bars and a knife.
but you bit your tongue and had a son.

this isn't what i was trying to do
a tangle of blonde, face down in my room.
oh, god, save the best..

heaven knows what we were trying to prove
when we crept from the house and climbed up to the roof.
oh, christ, please make this quick.


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