It gets pretty lonely being Etta Place
Denied her one request
I had to watch you die
Then I had to watch you come back as something less than alive
But who am I to say that’s true?

No, the only thing I’ll say about this body with your name
It isn’t (you) and I
Livin

I should have told you the graveyard is no place for picking flowers
No matter how pretty
But you laughed it off
Sitting on the bed with you is no way to get work done
I haven’t read a single page this hour

You’ve got this way of making
The clearest things seem so confu