poison oak some boyhood bravery
when a telephone was a tin can on a string
and i fell asleep with you still talking to me
you said you weren't afraid to die
in polaroids you were dressed in womans clothes
were you made ashamed?
why'd you lock them in the drawer?
well i don't think that i ever loved you than when
you turned away
when you slammed the door
when you stole the car
drove towards mexico
and you wrote bad checks
just to fill your arm
i was young enough
i still believed in war
but let the poets cry themselves to sleep
an all there tearful words will turn back into steam
me i'm a single cell on the serpents tongue
theres a muddy field where the garden was
well im glad you got away
but i'm still stuck out here
my clothes are soaking wet
from your brothers tears
and i never thought this life was possible
your the yellow bird
that i've been waiting for
the end of paralysis
i was a statuette
now i'm drunk as hell
on a piano bench
and when i press the keys
its all gets reversed
the sound of loneliness
makes me happier