across the living room of the trailer
we live in he does so to hurt me
I can’t argue exactly when my depression
has almost killed me five no six times
it’s hard not to be obsessed with your own shadow
I don’t tell him he is right and wrong
he is looking up into a tree deep
in the woods at a bird he tries to match
I don’t tell him he is right and wrong
he is looking up into a tree deep
in the woods at a bird he tries to match
with the one in the field guide a bird
just too far away to see the silver and rust
of its plumage but one he cups his hands
to whistle at regardless I don’t tell him
just too far away to see the silver and rust
of its plumage but one he cups his hands
to whistle at regardless I don’t tell him
I love him and that’s why when he calls me
by the wrong name I will always answer
by the wrong name I will always answer
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