Swamp Tearz

Tiny windfall

Woolen woodland weary

Wet whiskers winter and grey

Damp marble blurry eyes

Ooze exhausted flames of light

Old cat with brittle mustache

Thinking by a string

In a house

Feeding a heart

Reading his diary to a mouse

Rain beats the window panes

Blue a splash of freshness

Against all the moldy devastation

He goes for walks in his canoe

Sandleless with candles

Murmuring of many miracles

And love triangles and circles

It's been almost a year

And I’m tempted to cut my hair

Throw away the solid locks and move on from there

Wander the world like a broken boy

With no device for love

Join some hobos on a bench

Tip it back in the sun

Pour one half of mercy

Pour one out just for fun

Can’t seem to shake this tunk

Still got you in my blood

Still got you under my skin

I fall to my knees cause my legs get weak

I open my mouth but I still can’t speak

I try to dial your number but my memory has gone bad

From when I saw the hypnotist to wash away all the sad

But the feelings they still remain the same

The weather it hasn’t changed

I try to cross the street

It’s still raining on my feet

Earthquakes and hurricanes is how we dealt with

All the spilled milk and the tea stains

I’ll be alright my humble offering

I try to give to you

You didn’t want her like a pair of shoes never used

Futile my love has been in vain

Like a spring rain after a spring rain