poison oak some boyhood bravery

when a telephone was a tin can on a string

and i fell asleep with you still talking to me

you said you weren't afraid to die

in polaroids you were dressed in womans clothes

were you made ashamed?

why'd you lock them in the drawer?

well i don't think that i ever loved you than when

you turned away

when you slammed the door

when you stole the car

drove towards mexico

and you wrote bad checks

just to fill your arm

i was young enough

i still believed in war

but let the poets cry themselves to sleep

an all there tearful words will turn back into steam

me i'm a single cell on the serpents tongue

theres a muddy field where the garden was

well im glad you got away

but i'm still stuck out here

my clothes are soaking wet

from your brothers tears

and i never thought this life was possible

your the yellow bird

that i've been waiting for

the end of paralysis

i was a statuette

now i'm drunk as hell

on a piano bench

and when i press the keys

its all gets reversed

the sound of loneliness

makes me happier