slippery heart
it’s dead, no it’s alive
shucks, i am no Frankenstein
i step into
sullied shoes
go through motions
learn the moves
i’m two left feet
i’m pure defeat
i smell death
a mile off
she had you on her
chopping block
i had you on my
little mind
you rode the fence
i rode the wave
lay flowers at your
open grave
it’s not dead yet
pet cemetery
you grew conflicted
i grew wary
when you think
just momentarily
that you miss me
remember, deary
you only miss
what you could take
a little company
in the wake of your heartbreak.