Taken a visit to Utopia lately?
Breathe in your surroundings
asking where you'd want to die.
With this pen
built your studio, hanging artwork
next to an open window
so we'd hardly tell the difference
With this pen
the thousands of broken pieces
from my hundreds of broken hearts
each remembers you,
remembers her
The girl from the train station
The one who wore her slip too long
down the back of her dress,
who was cream, no sugar
to a foamy fault
With this pen
I finally apologize, realize
where I went wrong
buying the flowers to prove it
Sunflowers, right?
...or left-handed?
They felt the same anyway,
pulling me closer from the back of my neck
May turning to June for sun
For every sad song on the radio
For what a first love can do
With this pen
I pass away along side of you,
arm around arm
Eyes dripping the last you had, on my face
Admiring your drawings on the wall
