The Calendar Hung Itself…

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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

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

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