Meet me in the park
With wine after three
Watch the sunset burn
Like an effigy
Of lost love, of days gone
Light them up, and move on
Just move on
Please, move on
Been digging in ditches
And biding my time
Working to bleed
To make you mine
You laugh at my accent
And I butcher Yeates
You're so well read
But I've memorized all the poems
On collectible plates
On your mother's collectible
Been digging in ditches
And biding my time
Working to bleed
To make you mine