I think I brought you to life in a fever dream where
I was wearing lipstick and you
thought I was pretty enough to stick around
after the show.
It has been 365 days since I have felt
like I could get through this
and I’m still not sure if I can but at least
I want to now.
I started thinking about hospital bills
staring at your burnt shoulders.
I started thinking about what I could give
staring at the stone around your neck.
Joplin was 27 and
Cohen is still alive.
Would you write a song about my mouth
if I left you lonely?