Leaning

I can't stay here in my room
I can't hold my own against the heavy lean of your perfume
That tries to keep your pillow down and low across my face
As if what lingers here of you could take my breath yet still be my saving grace
Lover, if you rise
Lover, if you go
There are plenty who would just as soon
Settle all their debts with blood
Beneath a whoring moon who answers every prayer for rain with flood
And there will always be one more
Ready savior standing tall
Waving from the tower that looks from here like it will sway and fall
Lover, if your rise
Lover, if you go
I've cut back your roses just to give myself a day
Free of vulgar beauties that I know will fade away
The scene is like a circus chasing winners out of town
Leaving here a wet street of mirror, and I won't dare look down
Lover, if you rise
Lover, if you go
In my room things can change any hour that I'm gone
Something will be on a shelf that I know I left scattered and undone
One small thing will be gone or will be moved just so
The smallest thing after you will be changed,
I know, I know, I know
Lover, if you rise
Lover, if you go