Bright Leaves

She believes

In the mystic things I cannot see

In the blood, in the wine

In the oil that divides

I'll find a verse that will reverse

All the times I let you down

Of course, it's worse for you than it ever was for me

There's probably a proverb

Or a parabola that's parallel to you

Please say to me

All the colors that we used to see

Bright leaves, TV

And the awkward see full green

Shame, royalty

I'll find a verse that will reverse

All the times I let you down

Of course, it's worse for you than it ever was for me

There's probably a proverb

Or a parabola that's parallel to you… and me