P.S. Eliot
Dead Letters
Take a shower, can it
I've got grief ascending out
Like styrofoam sierra
Allies on a pated planet

Red yarn runs in spades
Shamefully across 3 states
I'd take you home forever
Rock and dwindle like dead letters

And I'm dumb
Sit back, speechless
Watch this become
Lost generation novels
Irony and empty bottles

And I talk to myself
When I think about you
And I'm staying right here
Yeah I'm not going at all

Settle down and dismiss
Conversational abyss
I've got your frown memorized
Face of your unwelcome surmise

Has it all come undone?
Stacked one by one up to the sun
You melt like ice in july
Watered down and faded awry

And I'm afraid
Am I worn out or am I weighted?
Your teardrops catch little light
Cigarette cherries, fireflies

And I talk to myself
When I think about you
And I'm staying right here
Yeah I'm not going at all
Yeah I'm not going at all