Doves

And every time
we have to part.
I sit and shoot the doves
in my back yard.
I dig a hole
in search of kites.
I lose my grip
oh how that string it bites.

And the dogs they dip my feet,
they make me watch the girls
the dancing queens.
I am not the one to blame
I am not the horse(?!)
in this here game.

I found the broom
I found the crease
the waters warm
hot with disease.

An Untimely demise
I�m still watching
the world through your eye.
Your insides were never my size.

In the car
in the drive oh.

I wrote your letters I knew your name,
I wrote your letters I knew your name,
I wrote your letters I knew your name,
I wrote your letters I knew your name