Your teeth too big for your mouth
every summer we'd pull the stinger out.
Drinking like our parents did
drunk at the dance, I knew you dhid.
Picture of her eyes under your skin
she wasen't old enough to let love in.
I can see your eyes turn blue
I can see the weather changing you.
Cold summers, one after the other,
got old fast, grew tired of each other.
Born across from you
Proud sleepless child, followed her
It's getting harder to find it in me
Bite my lipe, fall asleep
But now, but now can be
falling down
filling, filling the empty.
She could sing to shipmen
I lay my eyes on you
down where we grew lost
find your month and winter skin.
It's getting harder to find it in me
I scab my wounds and fall asleep.
But now, but now can be
falling down
filling, filling the empty.
