The Calendar Hung Itself…

Does he kiss your eyelids in the morning when you start to raise your head
And does he sing to you incessantly from the space between your bed and wall
Does he walk around all day at school with his feet inside your shoes
Looking down every few steps to pretend he walks with you
Oh does he know that place below your neck that is your favorite to be touched
And does he cry through broken sentences that I love you far too much

Does he lay awake listening to your breath
Worried you smoke too many cigarettes
Is he coughing now on a bathroom floor
For every speck of tile there's a thousand more
You won ever see
But you must hold inside yourself eternally
Well I drug your ghost across the country and we plotted out my death
In every city memories would whisper Here is where you rest
I was determined in Chicago but I dug my teeth into my knees
And I settled for a telephone and sang into your machine
You are my sunshine my only sunshine
You are my sunshine my only sunshine
And I kissed a girl with a broken jaw that her father gave to her
She had eyes bright enough to burn me They reminded me of yours

And In a story told she was a little girl in a red-rouge sun-bruised field
And there were rows of ripe tomatoes where a secret was concealed
And it rose like thunder clapped under our hands
And it stretched for centuries to a diary entry end

Where I wrote
You make me happy
Oh when skies are gray
You make me happy oh when skies are gray and gray and gray
Well the clock heart it hangs inside its open chest
With its hands stretched towards the calendar hanging itself
But I will not weep for those dying days
For all the ones who've left there's a few that stayed
And they found me here and pulled me from the grass where I was laid