Lucy's

An unfamiliar stage where you'd rather stay

A meditation plan when you sway and sink

I want a fine downtown for the caroler who sounds

Like quiet when the sun goes down

I swear I'll be alright, although Emily's in the sky

She waters the ground with gin, she pours me out

Onto the shadow of her home-state tree

She's not ready to let it be

In awe with the medals you burned for someone's heart

A scene I kept dreaming made me swollen and sharp