Old lover, you miss me

Over the ocean, I hope this finds you well

Warm sun on my back

The earth on its axis

The violence when we met


We're good people but why don't we show it?


Dead birds on the stairwell

Some ugly morning

Fell from their nests

No, don't tell yr parents when we start sharing each other's beds


We're good people but why don't we show it?


I want to raise dogs; dogs and money

Stop threatening to leave town and I'll stop running