the birds used to nest in that hole in your chest when you'd sleep in the leaves and the hay
laying still as a stone a boy dreaming alone must have been a very sweet place to stay
and here on our bed it is none but my head that finds home in this heart beating burrow
the birds came and went now my love pays the rent for a heart that is dead, fast and thorough
sticky and sweet the orange trees are in heat and the summer air is good enough to eat sticky and sweet the bees are buzzing all around me because they heard you call me honey
i used to play and for hours i had stayed among the acres of forgotten lots
and nature i'd lusted as my playground rusted a kingdom i nearly forgot
to my silly dreams for a creature who seemed to harvest such simple gladness that shook me
i trembled to find you're not in my mind and the sting of your proof didn't hurt me
