Wite Picket Fence

I've cut off the curls

I shaved half my face

Became half the man you asked to replace.

I'm willing to save you

You said you're worth saving

But half of my appetite's lost half it's craving

Stand in the mirror

That's me beside you

The one with the smile, the one who abides you.

Don't mind the madman

The killer, the lover

He's slowly fading one into the other.

Where is that white picket fence

That I painted myself in the late days of April?

Where are the daffodil mountians?

I know that they're somewhere around here by the garden.

You say that you're happy

Well you should know better

I see that you've sewn up that rip in your sweater

That some lover tore off you

That left you both shaking

That bled deep inside you the wound you'd forsaken

Where is that white picket fence

That I painted myself in the late days of April?

Where are the daffodil mountians?

I know that they're somewhere around here by the garden.

Don't fear I will save you

Don't shout you'll awaken

The corpse in the desert staked out beside you

I cut off his wing

And shaved half his face