i can still smell the american spirits you left in my father's house
my body ached when you touched me, ached when i felt you
i'm sweet like blood. i'm running down the back of your hand
you still won't see me, but i'm splattered on your skin

your car of beer is still on the shoreline
a keepsake left there by chance and drought
i am screaming in the way i do only in dreams
i'm sweet like honey, i'm slipping from your mouth
i am sticky on your skin, but you wash up often
you're pointing at the stars. i'm staring at your hands

it was early morning. pale blue, a little grey
i ached when you left me; i ached when you stayed
i didn't want you near me, but i was lonesome enough
to ignore your eyes, your hands roaming up my skirt
your teeth ache, you are wiping me off of your chin
you say i taste like roses, but i'm just too saccharine