speak in bodies,
losing our words the scent of the house
              you're everywhere, yeah i think
              that it's this truth that will never
          let me
           down, hair brown as sugar, voice
         like dark sycamore bark
                     you're falling all over the place

do you imagine underneath batted eyelashes
          that you and i are a thing more
than settling down?
          my mouth knows no words other than you

you've a childish touch
a         stroke of              imagination
                         your words will not make
              sense to me but i will overlook
         my suspicions
                                      your death is not
                                      real
                  because you were never real
       baby, you were never alive
           but i still see you everywhere
                 laughing and drinking with me
        every shot of whiskey i took
                    alone
send me love from wherever
           from whatever ghost you came from
           to haunt this broken mind

you've childish blood in you
my dear, i've lost my venereal scent
and it's witless of me to be so cruel
and deny your existence