Morningstar

Shooting stars in my arms

Heavy eyes, now the floor is slipping under me

I may be childish but when I cry why won’t you feel for me

Elliptical memory shifting til everything falls silent and still

But if you don’t care at all tell me who will

Growling heat, crumbling,telling me “listen please”

Swirling oil, kerosine, morning soil breaking loose and leaves

Freckled face, open space, killing moon, blowing smoke in my eyes

Call it a conversation

Call it goodbye

But if you don’t care at all tell me who will

If you don’t care at all tell me who will

If you don’t care at all tell me who will

If you don’t care at all tell me who will

Jealousy, sacrifice, not as nice

When I know better than what I am

Hold me close, let me go

Tell me yes, tell me no

Be the person I can’t stand

Pupils small, ten feet tall

Under your arm I’m turning

Say you cannot hurt me

You’re a gun