Too tall

That's what you said about the window

That's what you said about the vase

I bought for your artificial roses

It's small time business

you don't want to be concerned with

the small time his kiss

showers you with care but still imposes

I stare

staring back into the splitting clouds

that let me see the sun

it's like a floating orange eye

I glare

sometimes reflected

a hundred thousand times from a lake

no bigger than an eye



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But it's high tide

the moon is passing over head

this is my side

I've only been where I was led

and when I die

dont let them know that I am dead

let me hide

make sure everybody knows what I have said



Falling, falling, like a flute

that's been thrown out a window

it hums a pretty note

This is what?

did you say this was a honeymoon?

well I would've prepared for this if I had known

now you and I sit facing each other

cross our legs and (mystery line)

on a bed that's shaped like a heart



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