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?