Green

You have torn your ballet shoe in the sailor-packed room
The new taste of your mouth is silt-wind and dew
You wake up screaming
I am so shocked that I am beside you

Crazed constellation, I pretend not to see
Your heel lifts your body, you are a balancing peach
That is the moment in my life that I will take in my hands as I fall
Into the sea

That red tear that fell in that room
I was just a virgin, you were approaching something like that too
And life became strange and beauty
Life became strange and beauty
Your cognac that sang in the night
Molecules with their hats tipped at life

Remove your concentric earring, there's a flood in your head
The bullshit I had been turning for years
And you laying there instead
Nun-like and nervous asking if you could go out and drink instead

Out of that window as you put on the shoes to your feet
I realised I was at least beneath the Lebanon tree
Making wine from the roses
Carving out deals with the roses
As your grey eyes turned to blue
What was a city boy to do?

I should've written all this down
I forget it all now

Dappled by yellow-wood tree
Change your plane and don't go home
We head to the leather-skin boy bars
Where we would talk and you would glow
You would say you were so happy
I would act so nonchalant
And try to make like I was snow

Looking out that window Stan says it's Bangkok heat
The car service driver took your bags and as I watched you leave
I thought about the moon craters and they were flaming
I fell down to the floor feigning poisoning
My chest filled with white pigment and June
The wild seals I had glimpsed that swam inside of you

I should've written all this down
I forget it all now
I should've written all this down
There's no use now

Distracted by planets shaking- going crazy
Thinking how little we all are- isn't that what you told me?
Not your grey eyes that the sun makes blue
I was snowed under though, busy guy, I had a lot of work to do

I should've written all this down
Let's just forget it all now
I should've written all this down
There's no time now

Those ninth-floor bricks would collapse the building every evening
We would be falling to the street, me screaming, you still sleeping
Your shoe in my teeth, headlines shouting
"Beautiful girl makes terrible mistake"

I should've written all this down
I forget it all now

Smudged as you wake
The oar on the lake
The silt in the wind
And you

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