She’s got a dress and she’s got a steeple she’ll bury the hatchet she never knew evil like that time I took too many pills in one evening we slept in the same bed and I had trouble breathing and I woke in the morning with knots in my stomach and realized that I could not live in the moment again

I realized my love was a lighthouse built too far inland

She’s got a ring and she’s got a steeple she’ll bury the hatchet in front of the preacher I’ll lick my wounds like a cat in a coffin I’m feeling so old I should stay here more often I get myself breathless from blowing my own sails and staying atop of these childhood hay bales again

I realized my heart was a lighthouse built too far inland

And as the saying goes of old I changed it today if you love you love something then push it away, away

I’m a wreck in progress the hole in every haul of every voyage the fray in the rope of every promise the trojan horse in every unassuming, in every unassuming fortress

The rivers and hills of the empire state where my cousins grew up and my chest had no weight and we migrated back north for the first time in 8 years and I realized that I was not green like the pine trees and now I am sporting those hazy raccoon eyes she wanted my heart I wanted between her thighs again

I realized my trust was a lighthouse built too far inland

And as the saying goes of old I changed it today if you love you love something then push it away, away

I’m a wreck in progress the hole in every haul of every voyage the fray in the rope of every promise the trojan horse in every unassuming, in every unassuming fortress