A/N: I guess you can consider this the sequal to "She and the Ocean." Ah poetry. You haunt me. Also, 'impossible dreams' is totally sitting in storage somewhere. At least I think that's what it said. It may have said 'christmas decorations,' which seems more plausible in reality.

Beat to fit and paint to match

You know I didn’t mean it

I’ve put you away in a box

Labeled: ‘impossible dreams’

Where you can wait and think

About all the wrongs you’ve done to me

In a four-car garage outside a town

Where the winds never stop

And the snow builds piles

Against the walls of barns and bars

You’re a pretty little thing

With hands that fit so well in mine

And now that he’s not gone

I’ve got to give you back

So he can hold you like I tried

That night we thought he’d gone

And I was just manipulative

Like I always am

It’s a default setting these days

When I want you and I don’t

I wanted the DVD Girl first

But she doesn’t talk to me

Outside of a brick building

Unless she’s been betrayed

Like she has so often these days

And it makes me happy

And so miserable that I scream

But never very loudly

There are other people in the house

You know, and it’s best

To respect them and their work

If it takes any more for this

To finish its course

I’m going to go down there

And kill Richard the Third

With my own bare hands

Said the woman in black

I want to get out of this town

Where the snow melts and freezes

And my hands are never warm

They were warm with you

You were the heat and life

When that girl fell asleep without

Turning off the light

I wanted to be in darkness

So I could wrap my arm around you

And be everything he wasn’t

Except now he is

But it’s craziness on my part

That’s all it will ever be

The storage shelves are bent

Out of shape and ugly

Because I hit them with a hammer

Story of my life in physical action

But I do my harm with words

Tones, and expressions

Read my face sweets

When I say I love you

It’ll tell you the truth