Don’t Miss Your Lover

“I’ll be leaving, love”, she said but not [disclosed] why
The electricity shot through her bones like some blows some dynamite
What I mean to say she was one of those people who [‘ve plight to]
Reach out every day to tell you in some way that you’re blind

But you’re blind
You’re blind
You’re blind

I doubted her mouth and returned to my vagrant repose
I closed my eyes then imagined the wind stealing her clothes
But when they were gone it was like staring through a window
So I boarded the door and kept checking her eyes [ ] for holes

For holes
For holes
For holes

But doom is a sound of the rug being cut into two
The dance drained, the bed changed, I’m not different, I’m new
Just don’t touch me in the places that are still black and blue
Remember it don’t matter if you miss your lover, she don’t miss you

She don’t miss you
She don’t miss you
She don’t miss you

If I leave tomorrow I swear I won’t remember today
The sun dressed up in his bright-best colored papier-mâché
And the trees waving goodbye as the ground paves her way
For you and your eyes open wide and walking away

Walking away
Walking away
Walking away, today