pull back the blinds
to look on the day
cold crooked lines
dormant and gray
sit down to write
mark down the date
when born out of spite
grew into hate
I made a mess
I tried to clean it up
you found it all
damn all my rotten luck
you brought the rain
I kept my poor head down
just long enough
for me to drown
daily affairs
awkward and still
cool vacant stares
shoes start to fill
letter arrives
what does it say?
hand touches hand
hand pulls away
I made a mess
I tried to clean it up
you found it all
damn all my rotten luck
you brought the rain
I kept my poor head down
just long enough .......
you didn't even read me my rights
you didn't even read me my rights
you disappeared like a thief in the night
and it rained for days
I made a mess
I tried to clean it up
you found the goods
then you were gone
goddam that's good, bub