WITH YOUR DARK HAIR BRAIDED
I TOOK YOU FOR MY BRIDE
IN MY MIND YOU WERE SO ELEGANT
IN MY MIND NOT IN MY LIFE
AND I’VE STILL BEEN DRINKIN’
CAN’T SEEM TO GET IT TOGETHER
PUT A PEN TO A PAPER
WRITE A LETTER TO A STRANGER
AND I PRAY THAT SOMEONE SAVES ME
CAN’T SEEM TO DO IT MYSELF
TEAR OUT THE LAST FEW PAGES
PUT THE BOOK BACK ON THE SHELF
AND WITH THE PAGE THAT I SIGNED
YOU CAN MAKE A PAPER AIRPLANE
PUT A WEIGHT ON ITS NOSE
THROW IT INTO A HURRICANE
SUCKED INTO THE CYCLONE
IT WILL RIP RIGHT THROUGH YOUR CHEST
ON ITS WING YOU HAVE MY NAME
AND THE INK RUNS DOWN YOUR BREAST
AND I PRAY THAT SOMEONE SAVES ME
CAN’T SEEM TO DO IT MYSELF
TEAR OUT THE LAST FEW PAGES
PUT THE BOOK BACK ON THE SHELF
-Charlie McGovern
Early 2001
Silverlake, California