And you wrote bad checks just to fill your arm
When you stole the car and drove towards Mexico
And I never thought this life was possible
And when I press the keys it all gets reversed
You're the yellow bird that I've been waiting for
Well, I don't think that I ever loved you more
You said, you weren't afraid to die
But me, I'm a single cell on the serpent's tongue
Now I'm drunk as hell on a piano bench
The end of paralysis, I was a statuette
Well, let the poets cry themselves to sleep
There's a muddy field where a garden was
Were you made ashamed, why'd you lock them in a drawer?
I was young enough, I still believed in war
And I'm glad you got away but I'm still stuck out here
And all their tearful words will turn back into steam
Than when you turned away, when you slammed the door
And I fell asleep with you still talking to me
In Polaroids, you were dressed in women's clothes
My clothes are soaking wet from your brother's tears
