See Sunk Sunday

This is the death.
Of something beautiful.
Wrapped in love
Our beautiful disease.
They sailed away one winter’s day
After coffee and music and tea.
A lover’s eyes played softly to them.
And love for me, demise.

And why should I let it go.
We’re so soft and warm and beautiful
We hold hands on soft green cars
Amongst the bridges and white gold.
I tried
I tried!
Swear to God, I tried.
He came as lover
In midnight car rides
To ease your flight to a better life.
A leaving of me, you’re bitter sacrifice.

This is the death
Of a little boy
He drowned himself in a well.
He was the affection of him for me
Because of time and her and all that
Shit.
He left me shaking and alone
As my forbidden boys kissed softly about me.
A love for me was my demise.

-Music in Regine, 2007