the-disapparition-of-poor-mary

black water on newfoundland
i could've washed my hands

but you would've had to reckon

i know a great many faces who have let it slip
i won't be next of them
i won't stand next to them

i have a fortune all my own
((i made a fortune on my own))

i broke so many bones
but i never felt a thing
(never felt a thing)
((never felt a thing))

black water on newfoundland
i could've taken drink; now and then
but my thirst could never be quenched
(my thirst could never)
((my thirst could never))




poor Mary
she's gotten into the cigarettes again

poor Mary
she keeps speaking these unanswered prayers

slow and silent, Maya's eyelids
gave an answer you weren't

poor, Mary
...

poor Mary
she's into cigarettes again
still speaking these unanswered prayers

slow and silent, Maya's eyelids sang:
"something I could never aforce from your lips"
for a lifetime of trying, I had defied it




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2022-10-04