Patch Up

If you were the waiting room I'd sit there and bleed out with bandaids and stained socks

I'd read all the magazines with the covers of politic beauty queens and pout and switch up all the clocks

I wouldn't fall until you asked me to

But I would call to make appointments every day with you

Pine sap and bees wax to patch up my heart attacks

And I'd wear glasses just to cover up the black and blue

I'd grab my first aid kit in the Dr. Seuss tin box from before I knew that he sucked

I promise I'm okay if I stay 'cause I don't like doctors anyway; is that orthodox

I wouldn't fall until you asked me to

But I would call to make appointments every day with you

Pine sap and bees wax to patch up my heart attacks

And I'd wear glasses just to cover up the black and blue

If I were a haunted house I'd try not to ghost you

I think I'd leave you signs

Like moon beams and pomegranate seeds

Even when I'm not supposed to, to show that you are mine

I wouldn't fall until you asked me to

But I would call to hear your voice and spend the day with you

Pine sap and beeswax to patch up my heart attacks

But I'd still be a ghost floating in hallways hoping you never knew