so far

i've always played with double
entendres, yellow-bricked roads
have swept me away
this night is falling quickly towards
dawn, and oh, honey, your cigarette burns
brighter than your eyes
suddenly i want to see that spark again
cloudy skies, though. stormy lies.

i am a virus, and you are, too. we're a pair
of homewrecking, smiling scripts
and i wouldn't have it any other way

and as much as i don't see you, i miss you
every day, every way. sometimes i sit
behind trees and listen to crows
in the garden of egypt
far off, far off.
and the sky just sits and laughs at me
imitating better painters
better sunsets and different years
there are five windows in my room.