He has a pretty mouth
And never the same song
Stuck in his head
I'm self-sustaining but,
Sullen whenever he lets me
Leave his bed.

He collects women and songs
Whiskey nights, Bleary mornings
Surrendering to sunlight
Slipping smoothly
Back into a dark sky
My heart is no ones
His is waiting to die.

I like to be in the crook of his collar bone
The softest thing I have ever known
Bone against bone
Please leave my sick heart alone.

I'll remember you as
Screaming love joy
A mad man with a guitar
An attack on that empty space
Between night and morning again
As the sun rises
Comprising two little lovers
Drunk and drunk on each other,
Going their separate ways
Lost to the world undiscovered.