Cover Me

Cover me, my love

The rum bottle shakes in our hands together

Turn the dryer on high,

so the clothes will be warm when we put them on

Hold my hand, beauty, they’re cold from the air

And I could use something to hold onto, a rope–maybe

A gun, always

Remind me why I got out of bed this morning

You forgot to eat dinner again, didn’t you? Silly goose

My fingertips are sore from praying to the strings of my guitar

Are you devout if you do not push through the pain?

Are you a coward if you take shelter from the things that hurt you?

Cover me, darling, I’m going in blind this time

You should forgive me, because I said I’m sorry, because that’s the way it works

Lying on the pavement, letting the sun sink in its grip

My shirt is too thin to hide my back from

The rough pavement beneath me, or maybe the truth

Living is the original sin, honey, like it drips from the hive,

Like I long for peace

Slowly, and with caution

I want I want I want I want

Something

To live for