When I was 23
You gave me an arum lily
In the middle of February
I left it on Ardmore Street
Figured you wouldn't leave the plants
Now I think they're dying
On that tiny balcony
I drove my Dodge
Back across the states
Back home to Appalachia
And yea I'd say
It's good to be home
But I miss the ocean
You can't fight the decomposition
So I'll make my lists
And I'll drift
