Your shadow dies the moon blue twenty-two twenty-two
paints my eyes with azure glue twenty-two twenty-two
a special adhesive; only attaches things to you
twenty-two twenty-two twenty-two Hallelujah
a nail’s caught the lace of my shoe twenty-two twenty-two
centimeters on the sofa they keep
your hips from his but they are so few twenty-two twenty-two
your shoulders touch, say it’s not true twenty-two twenty-two
Does discord ever fall between them? I’d scour the cushions for a clue
twenty-two twenty-two twenty-two what do I do?
I know it slays to miss your hue twenty-two twenty-two
even to ask, I won’t go through with it twenty-two twenty-two
only trust grace abounded in the season they made you
and you’re not so unusual—not just one, but a slew
twenty-two half like you twenty-two Hallelujah
