4. champagne in graveyards
you said
life rarely goes both ways
more bad news for me
then handed me your pain
so i gave it right back
i don’t have space to carry all that
we’re leaving our lonely lives
not packing them up like luggage
we should’ve been in paris by now
what’s taking you so long?
oh i know
you couldn’t stop looking
at all the pretty birds
sun kissed
and dead in the eyes
wet
asking for a penny
front row at the fountain
dripping
as you toss your finest gold coins
it’s fine, though
i’ll be turning to stone now
i’ll kill you and that pretty bird
could’ve wrapped me around your finger
now i count footsteps to your grave