the birds used to nest
in that hole in your chest
when you'd sleep in the leaves and the hay

laying still as a stone
a boy dreaming alone
must have been a very sweet place to stay

and here on our bed
it is none but my head
that finds home in this heart beating burrow

the birds came and went
now my love pays the rent
for a heart that is dead, fast and thorough

sticky and sweet
the orange trees are in heat
and the summer air is good enough to eat
sticky and sweet
the bees are buzzing all around me
because they heard you call me honey

i used to play
and for hours i had stayed
among the acres of forgotten lots

and nature i'd lusted
as my playground rusted
a kingdom i nearly forgot

to my silly dreams
for a creature who seemed
to harvest such simple gladness that shook me

i trembled to find
you're not in my mind
and the sting of your proof didn't hurt me