a bottle of wine and
shattered bones
I'd say held up
well against the impact

ending up lying in
a pile of paint chips
trying to peice the wall
back together in the dark

this was a lousy set up
and that dollar store charm
didn't fool me at all
once I got a taste of it

so now I'll sing some songs
about the way you break my heart
and maybe stay in the park,
the statues are lovely and give good shade

I was hoping we could run away
and make love in the hidden
corners of the road, and linger
in the hidden corners of your skin

but now I'm sitting alone
in this dim trainyard
left with one last bottle
of wine and shattered bones
to match