Fall down the stairs,
it's been a long time since
I got my hands on your teenage poems
it's the only poison that I like
and throwing rocks at broken windows
picking locks with
footprints from the snow

And I don't believe
you live in a library (that sails the sea)
sleeping with a book-blanket out at sea (like you told me)

My little bird
flew away from me
she made her home in a poor country
you're breaking branches
on your way down
to someone new to throw your arms around

The next I wake up, I want to be
in a rabbit hole
to the sound of you (making coffee)
with the warm, salty sea
it's waves crashing over me

Look what you've done,
you punched a hole in the sun
now it won't shine for anyone