poison oak some boyhood braverywhen a telephone was a tin can on a stringand i fell asleep with you still talking to
meyou said you weren't afraid to diein polaroids you were dressed in womans clotheswere you made ashamed?why'd you lock the
m in the drawer?well i don't think that i ever loved you than whenyou turned awaywhen you slammed the doorwhen you stole th
e cardrove towards mexicoand you wrote bad checksjust to fill your armi was young enoughi still believed in warbut let th
e poets cry themselves to sleepan all there tearful words will turn back into steamme i'm a single cell on the serpents tongu
etheres a muddy field where the garden waswell im glad you got awaybut i'm still stuck out heremy clothes are soaking wetf
rom your brothers tearsand i never thought this life was possibleyour the yellow birdthat i've been waiting forthe end of p
aralysisi was a statuettenow i'm drunk as hellon a piano benchand when i press the keysits all gets reversedthe sound of
lonelinessmakes me happier