| It wasn’t enough, it just wasn’t enough
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| We made eyes just to disconnect lives
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| And I just want her to lie with me tonight
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| Lie to me tonight and say it’s going to be alright
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| We used to sleep like a braid
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| Now the both of us are tugging at a thread
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| We hoping it don’t break
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| Painstaking to stay but we both know the fray
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| Caught at a funeral, wondering where June went
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| I was a student of you in your moonlit movement
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| Bed sheets used to croon the sweetest music
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| Now it’s usually bruises
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| A routine that’s set in sediment, argument
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| Then sex and settlement
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| And nothing hurts worse than falling out of it
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| You try to cover up but you know it’s counterfeit
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| I tried to cover up
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| Rust encrusted heron must give up the sparrow
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| Trust I’m stuck with wearing this arrow in my lung
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| A hook in my gut leaking marrow in the dust
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| Looking for my steel tipped dove
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| And that’s how the real lose love
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| I’m on the brink just waiting for a shove
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| And when it comes I’ll shrug
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| And spread my arms in a brand new suit
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| While the birds shoot a 21 gun salute
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| She drew me bloody, ruined me monthly
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| June she starts to hug me
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| September says she loves me
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| December’s sky was ugly
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| May Day she say she’s leaving
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| After we made it through the rainy season
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| June she’s back with two reasons
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| Why I should let her back
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| Bed the ax, Medusa’s trying to take the scepter back
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| I can’t accept her after that
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| After a winter spent in discontent for this lament
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| And when she left I felt free
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| With a piece of me missing
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| Easy to fall in but unseasonably frost bitten
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| But who am I kidding? |
| It’s not meant for me
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| I’m too selfish with mine and terrible at timing
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| Climbing up mountains
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| Doubting if I’ll ever find that level ground
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| They says it’s better when the love is lost than never found
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| Caught in a storm cloud, honestly worn out
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| First we fight then you storm out
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| It wasn’t enough, it just wasn’t enough //
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| I gave time but it wasn’t enough
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| My heart and my spine, it wasn’t enough
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| My bark, my roots, my leaves, my tree, it wasn’t enough
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| And so it goes, the v-e is out of place with the l-o
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| And now I run around town with a busted up mouth
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| Busted up jaw, and some busted up ribs
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| A cut from a saw, something’s got to give
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| Must be the way I live, must be just me
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| Rusty old tree in the center of the cemetery
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| Fighting off teeth
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| And she wonders why I get no sleep
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| And she wonders why the willows weep
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| I remember all that pillow speak
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| Now every night I drink myself to finding new shelter
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| Cause everyday is so cold, but you know how that goes
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| And so it goes |