Pull the final splinters

Of missing picture winters

You have to give yourself a break

What's the fascination 

With lovers at the station

You have to tear yourself away



The dream again nobody understands

Walking through the long grass on your hands

It's not a job to do today

Sleep it off



Words to make her stay: you said

Leave me and the plants die

A panic smile across your face

Corrugated brow line

The hissing bitter punchline

Call when you can tie your lace



You rule my world my brother