Yer Fall - Hey Rosetta!

In the wet grass out back

We spread the sheet

And with one last easy laugh

The night released

We breathed the dark, the shaking stars

The distant, constant cars

Breathed the sweet

Air between us

What was it like?

To be young, strong, stupid and drunk

Soft in the jagged night

My open, rosy throat

Dekeing secret knives

Now we close these petals

To the oncoming ice

And I’m not coming out, I’m not coming out, I’m not coming out, I’m not coming

out

My love, my love is dead I buried it

In the falling leaves, looking awful green, in the whipping wind

My love, my love is dead I buried it

And it’s better hid, all the shit we sling into the whipping wind

My love, my love is dead I buried it

Just an honest kid, I always did everything they said

My love, my love is dead I buried it

What a senseless thing!

this heart in shreds in the whipping wind!