Subtracting his half from the word together,
burning pictures and nicknames so they don't leave a trace,
he's pining in piles of unopened letters.
With a head full of pulp and a heart of wet leather
he spent every tear he had in his face
subtracting his half from the word together.
He'd given his best 'cause he thought she'd had better-
she starved for attention; he hated the taste,
pining in piles of unopened letters.
She flew from the nest in search of warm weather;
he blew out the flame, too numb to touch base,
subtracting his half from the word together.
When the weather grew cold she put on his sweater-
pitched a tent by her mailbox just in case-
while he's pining in piles of unopened letters.
One held on to their end while one cut the tether.
She licked 32 envelopes: each went to waste.
Subtracting his half from the word together,
he's pining in piles of unopened letters.
Jun 27, 2012
Jun 27, 2012 at 1:02 PM UTC
Subtracting his half from the word together,
burning pictures and nicknames so they don't leave a trace,
he's pining in piles of unopened letters.
With a head full of pulp and a heart of wet leather
he spent every tear he had in his face
subtracting his half from the word together.
He'd given his best 'cause he thought she'd had better-
she starved for attention; he hated the taste,
pining in piles of unopened letters.
She flew from the nest in search of warm weather;
he blew out the flame, too numb to touch base,
subtracting his half from the word together.
When the weather grew cold she put on his sweater-
pitched a tent by her mailbox just in case-
while he's pining in piles of unopened letters.
One held on to their end while one cut the tether.
She licked 32 envelopes: each went to waste.
Subtracting his half from the word together,
he's pining in piles of unopened letters.