Memory was scattered

on a lot of overgrown grass

with her hands glittering in the sun

and the neighborhood kids

were all out on their knees

searching for the last treasures

of the easter egg hunt



but you had a story against

all those delicate knees

you had a gash in your finger

from the night before

and the water is gathered into a tepid pool

and your hands were only reaching out for more



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there was a rain dance last night

except we were all drunk

and when you opened your eyes you couldn't see

the fever started deep in our throats

and when you came to

you reached out for me



bare feet against a palisade

of wet stinging glass

where the hell do i step next

you've got your questions

but i don't have my answers

ready yet

and i'm going South

You're going to come with me

i know that it's crazy

i know that you're unsure

but i've got nothing to hide this time

the grass is cradling your conscience

the next one's gonna be mine



in the morning we awoke backs up against cold glass

locked out of the house

and seething

memory's in the kitchen righting

the last of her wrongs

and what she wanted to tell you

is that she liked you all along



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