rake those leaves
with an abandon
pull yourself together
and we all watch you fall down
she never comes up for air
she always finishes the job
break your nails to the bone
i'll bet you had a way with him
i'll bet your in dismay at what...
you have bought with all yr shiny nothings.
collect the teeth of yr enemies
and shake yr hips to the empty
how many tides make it to your shore
how many flakes hit your tongue
before you sell your anthology of yore
i'll bet you had the time of your life
i'll bet you drank wine like water...
to the toast of breaking all yr shiny somethings.
sort all the stories
make it straight and narrow
for when the dawn laws down with her
it will pry loose all yr broken memories.
