Don't Miss Your Lover
I believe in love, she said, but her knuckles were white
Electricity shot through her bones like a fuse flows through dynamite
What I mean to say is she was one of those people who are alive
Who reach out every day just to tell you in some way that you're blind
I doubted her mouth and returned to my vagrant repose
I closed my eyes then imagined the wind stealing her clothes
But when they were gone it was like staring out through a window
So I boarded the door and kept checking my horizon for holes
But doom is the sound of the rug being cut into two
The dance drained, the bed changed and I'm not different, I'm new
Just don't touch me in the places that are still black and blue
And remember it don't matter if you miss your lover if she don't miss you
If I leave tomorrow, I swear I won't remember today
The sun dressed up in his bright best colored papier mache
And the trees waving goodbye while the ground paved the way
For you and your eyes open wide and walking away