death of an interior decorator





you were the mother of three girls so sweet

who stormed through your turnstile

and climbed to the street

but after conception your body lay cold

and withered through autumn and you found yourself old

can you tell me why you have been so sad?

he took a lover on a faraway beach

while you arrange flowers and chose color schemes

can you tell me why you have been so sad?

can you tell me why you have been so sad?

the girls were all there

they traded their vows

the youngest one glared with furrowed brow

as they tenderly kissed then cut the cake

the bride then tripped and broke the vase

the one you thought would spend the years

so perfectly placed below the mirror

arriving late, you clean the debris

and walked into the angry sea

it felt just like falling in love again

can you tell me why you have been so sad?

can you tell me why you have been so...