Yr Husband

Your husband

He drinks like a writer

But he writes like a banker

I hope his pens all run dry

You watch him from your cave in the corner

Full moon eyes flame and flicker

The wild way that I like

From my part

I pretend I don't notice

Dumb friend you're a poet

And I could do this all night

And I'll stay like that

Hands locked in my lap

What I want jailed up in my mind

Until I slide to sleep

Where you're waitin' for me

And we do what we want to

And shut ourselves off for the night

'Til morning barrels in like a brides maid

Drunk and desperate for her day

Drags me out picks a fight

And I see I'm alone here

Picture frames and a hot plate

Stubborn sun spites the hallways

Paint chips blink yellow white

And I'm stretching in the act of forgetting

Bear teeth and blood letting

Signals crossed half my life

And the local grown

Sees your notes towards my home

Dreaming fits as we crawl underground

And you're shedding skin

So I keep what I can

Yeah I fill up my pockets

And stuff all that's left in my mouth

Now you are a part of me

For as long as I sleep

I could trick myself into a trance

Where were as firm as facts

And I don't give you back

Every morning the sun comes to shuttle you back to your man