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 walls?

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't ever see

But you must hold inside yourself eternally

Well I drag 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's 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's heart it hangs

Inside it's open chest with it's 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