Maybe
it could have worked out.
He could
have been the one.
Right person.
Just at the wrong time.
Somewhere along the line we’ll meet again.
Even if it’s only beneath the marble slabs of the grounds.

Somewhere
between the lines
fire burned
brighter still
ashes swirled around my head;
he’s made of lightning and pills.

He hooked me up like the Rosenbergs,
gold light flashed through the air
in his eyes there were black holes
Stars dripped; knees knelt in prayer.

911, there’s a hole in the wall
I’m sure it’s better than it seems.
911, there’s blood on my face
Stop being so dramatic.
911, there’s a bottle in his hand
Many people have it worse.
911, there’s a rip in my clothes
Did you do something wrong?

Oh i’m i’m
i’m so confused now
i think i just want to die
Oh i’m i’m
i’m the accused now
Everything’s totally fine.

i’m i’m paying repentance
This is the price of sin
i’m i’m showing penitence
i know i’ll never win

oh i’m i’m
i’m under the bed now
This is the way it is
i’m i’m burning alive now

Too late!

Now i’m his.