Love Letters Drenched In Gasoline

Last week

I tried burning all your letters

In a bucket on my porch

The gasoline got on my jumper



I guess I'll never know



If your dad had beat that cancer

Tried to ask you on the phone in May

But couldn’t bare the answer



Because

Weak I am



I tried burning all your letters

Now they’re drying on my clothesline

And I’m banking on the weather



To stay good