Ghosts In Your Bed And A Crying Dog

Couldn't make the first snowfall, you and I.

Men and angels made only in our minds.

Your hill, no sled. I walked off instead.

Burned too fast and the romance fled.

Didn't shelter together, you and I.

My paint has a new home by your side.

The views, the nights, my thief-scented lights.

Never finished our last glass of wine.

It's not how it should be, you and I.

Fell apart when the Cubs curse had died.

Who drinks and who lies? Who knows and who's wise?

I may still love you, deep down inside.

I was there when you needed a ride.

Couldn't agree on the story, you and I.

Hang garlic, my head, or my limp dick instead.

Fuck you and all the ghosts in your bed.

It could have worked out for you and I.

But only in a different world and time.

I'll be in the dirt before my lips stop to hurt.

So long, farewell and goodbye.