The Dress

White cotton dress, tied at the waist Bare summer arms, and a lace Not short and not long, comes down to the knee On top of the laundry, folded and clean But I could have sworn That I threw that thing away, back in June Snuck out to the alley and Buried it under the trash, one afternoon I can't trust my memory anymore Was it the dress, I wore? Was it the wine, he poured? Was there some sign, I ignored? Was there even time To run from that storm? I don't cry or go crazy, I just hold my breath Keep It all safe, locked up in my chest Deadbolt the front door, don't answer the phone Sleep with the lights on, afraid of being alone And I go back through every detail Like a photograph in my mind Searching for what I did wrong I never find it in time Was it the dress, I wore? Was it the wine, he poured? Was there some sign, I ignored? Was there even time To run from that storm? To run from that storm? I'm still runnin' from that storm I'm still runnin' from that storm