Forgotten Deers
she opens her eyesand it is coldand she tries to crybut she feels too oldand I have been over this beforenow I walk between your handsthrough the loneliest embracetill the dregs are like an ether can
I push it aside just forfor the mate of the space within itreplace the bedding for a fool’sso they can spit in itand chased it all amongst some doubtwhere the deers go to be forgottenand placed all that I’ve becomeinto a place where it goes rotten…
oh tearand throw this in on me, darlin’oh teartear this and throw it all over menow put it all over meall over me
and push it downjust light the matchburn it outwatch the wood turn blackthen I can hold youwith my sin…I can console youor help this hold?is it easier now?