PW rules my world.

especially today.

She made a good go for a weeping willow
Closed all the windows and made herself a pillow
As her limbs clung to the ground
She lay her head down

Her hair was dirty in February
She was thirty in 1963
A thousand seconds more
On the oven door
She took a long deep breath
While her babies slept

Made a good go for a weeping willow

With a cold, fixed stare
She's cursed with insight
And you can't repair
She's broken inside

She made a good go for a weeping willow
She closed the windows and made herself a pillow
And took a long deep breath
While her babies slept
And the Cadillac creeps
In your body bag

And her blacks crackle and drag
Blacks crackle and drag
Blacks crackle and drag
Blacks crackle and drag
Blacks crackle and drag
Blacks crackle and drag
Blacks crackle and drag

staggering heights

i'm a screaming picturesque

of a solitary row

imagine all the friends you sold     

i'll be the Shepard's coat

and maybe we can reconcile the crest

because because you won't  afford

wear our navy drags

and call it what you used to (do)

pale the marilyns

and sleep with all the ghosts you can

leave your bags behind

the authors are all out of wind

(begging closer to the edge)

i'm a primadonna courted

by the shells of  feeling low

there was there was a friend you called

we'll scale the prison talk

and burn all of the paper surround

the townies know you're spreading thin

wear our navy drags

and call it what you used to (do)

pale the marilyns

and sleep with all the ghosts you can

leave your bags behind

the authors are all out of wind

(begging closer to the edge)