I grab words from you

They are precious to me

I want to keep them folded

Safe in my pocket.

*But
I hang on to the end of your sentences
Like a starved man holds a crust of bread

I know that you are too beautiful for me to hold
Too precious and rare to belong to me
I am the humble farm boy
You the long haired princess

...the boy who hides in the garden
Just to hear you sing

I don't deserve you
Long legged  and delicate

(Keeping a butterfly in a jar
With a single stick to rest on
The hardest thing for the scientist to do
Is unscrew the cap
And let her float away)

I saw you sitting in that chair,
You ran your fingers through your hair.
You felt like you'd rather die,
And I'd never seen my daddy cry.

My daddy was no longer a god.
He left me alone with my ma.
And try as I might,
I felt no delight,
After my daddy had taken his fall.

She's slipping away from this life.
She's weighed down by all of her strife.
And as the dawn marches on,
She can't hear the song,
That's calling her back to me.

Because she's wasted and gone,
She can't keep moving on,
And she wants to jump off of a bridge.
Yeah she wants to be done,
She's having no fun,
And her toes are hanging over the edge.