I'm sure you've found a way to replace each one of these memories with a new one.

and I'm tempted to call, but if you answered you'd still end up leaving me yet again, so what the point?

i want to give you everything
so i sat down
took a deep breath
laid it all out
came to this corny, cliche conclusion
that i would buy you a mirror

She told me no,
that she wasn't ready.

But behind the bowling alley
these things didn't matter to me.

So I slid my hand into her pants
and my fingers into her.

But it was okay because
she loved me.

she hung, crucified if you must
she died and then was brought back to life
they'll call it witchcraft
they'll never believe us
*what if we told them your name was Jesus?

inhale.
a pale pail
sent through the mail
exhale.
inside written in braille
the crucial details on a sail
and a crudely drawn picture of a whale
they were on sale
we were derailed from the start
but my next tale will not fail
to impale your ailing heart

feet making love to the pavement
as the stars above make a statement
telling us we should go home
but oh no, the night's too young
and the alcohol is too strong

we walked back
four miles up hill
we almost got lost in the thrill