Staring at that canvas
Nothing falls into the groove...
Jinx is my kitty
Sleeping in my bed at night...
Who am I you may ask
I am an angel...
As I look down upon the earth
And see my life laid out from birth...
The bile rises up
To the back of my dry throat...
I thought that you'd be back by now,
I've waited everyday...
A day in an Indian summer...
I loved you,
I loved you hard...
September, just take me
away with you, don't leave...
Sunlight drifting through the trees;
buds appearing, brand new leaves...
I watch the setting sun
slowly, as always, turn to ash...
He thought I didn't notice
the words on his tongue were impaired...