maybe i could feel you
if i hadn't lost my heart

(not courage, though, i've got that one)

the kind that lets you start

to find the sun on a rainey day before other eyes can see
the heart that gave its life for you
when it ran away from me


i tried to keep it in my throat
to sing you pretty songs
but i swallowed it by accident
my belly's full of wrongs.


maybe it's for the best,
my hoodlum of a heart
i'm sure her space can be replaced with
men and food and art.
that's what my teachers tell me
so it must be (is. what's. so?)

i hope you don't run too fast, baby
and that you don't have far to go.