I have slept in my bed 800 times 799 times I have slept in between sheets alone, without you And yet that 735th night Is what haunts me on night 801 Without you. I need to get a new bed And new sheets And new skin That you have not touched me in.
I left my windows wide open and every- thing dried up, the organs in the cabinets the lilies on the ribs, the weekend was the worst and monday is just an empty cup.