You threw your heart in my corner
You leave your shoes buried under my leaves
And if you honestly want to just sit until we’re sober
That’s fine with me
We make medicinal coffee
And found your pillowcases folded end to end
Four years is a long time to mourn, lovely lady,
For an imaginary friend
What do I have to do with you?
What do I have to do with you
When your teeth look so thin and your eyes go so cool and blue?
The kids’ll go away for the weekend
We’ll undress and swim the lake and swallow shouts
And don’t listen to me, I stopped making sense
Around the time I started to figure shit out