I love the sound of your bones and
Talking is not retro
Neither is love
Or films that feature love
I've got a headache
I've got a headache full of stardom
And woes, misty fires and 50 seconds of thrill
I still hear those three words and
you--you made them more delicate than I've ever heard
Your whisper is a killer
Kill me again
"Trust me", I say "I know how to die."
Next up I drive by the front yard
Where three boys are always playing catch, I notice the quarterback
this time he pauses before he throws the football and suddenly I see the man he will become
A light turns on
He's in the waiting room at the hospital waiting on the arrival of his first born
He's all right
He's only crying
He's all right
He's only crying
Later I wake up from a nap
And the same little boy whispers to me
I watched the right side of your triangle disappear but it will come back
As long as you laugh
As
Long
As
You
Laugh
