I was comfortable in a cemetery,
certainly more comfortable than I ever was out here,
there was a lot less following the leader,
and a lot more line dancing,
All I ever wanted was someone to sleep next to,
someone to be quiet with,
When I looked out the window at night,
to a restless Moon incapable of monogamy,
I wanted to know who else was stealing from it,
like me,
who these other sleepless thieves were,
there was no one who loved it here the way I did,
who would know the beds I could make,
I could lie in,
It was comfy in here,
and I was shameless,
because there was no time for it,
none left anyway
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