Trampled under forests where
The dead dew greets new days
On the night when I saw you
We were turning a page

And somebody saw you
Dancing
At the Bluebird and Flamingo
Killing time on Delmar Street
While I fell at your flat feet
Half-drunk and underage
Captive by the suture on
Your woven dress backstage

I’ve been thinking of my home a lot
How hard it was to just move along
And I still can’t touch the picket fence
Without wondering what went wrong

But there’s royalty in
Knowing
That I’m not ****** here forever
In your heart, am I alright?
And you could be mistaken
By my hollow shade of pale
I am not one of your ghosts
And my blood isn’t for sale

So I sleep with your name on my lips
In the night, there’s a crackling whisper
That lingers like dew on the wet moss
Stuck to the boot of a drifter

Now I’m burning my back in the shower
Feeling like the wind could ******* down
And I know nothing good can last forever
Only evil has that staying power