Cartoon Hand

My cartoon hand. Caressing you
Made me laugh inside. Tickled funny bones
Temporary friends
Won't make me feel like you do
In the morning after sweat dries
And mucous crusts in our eyes
In the morning after love dries
And music sits in your ears
In the morning when all lays still
And smells have drifted away
All becomes clear. My cartoon hand
Grabbed onto you for dear life
On that morning when you woke up
And I Know that you were leaving
For a new life. In a silent place
Trying your bеst to forget
What we'd been through all of thesе years
Moments still frozen in heads
On that morning I woke up and I knew that I had lost her
All the creases on her face spelled shame
Punctuated by cro2ws feet
And awful fake smiling
By my deadpan darling on a Sunday in DC
My cartoon fingers can't grip your skin
On these mornings when I'm alone my body bends
And contorts with every vision of you
That runs through my stuck head
Such a pretty little nightmare this love is
Such a pretty little nightmare this love was
Right until our final kiss in Atlanta
I can't contain
Such a stupid piece of honesty falling away
From swollen cheeks
That are overfilled with years and years of deceit
Through my crooked teeth
I will never lie to you, my first love
But I'll be the second to admit that we're worse off
Living double lives in a vice of distortion
How long?