Magdalene

You left my bed under the cover of night
Aren't you suprised I'm not complaining,
I kept the last picture we had together
I've found out it was suitable for flaming;
And those gifts which came from the heart
I granted them a room of their own,
In homage to all that we shared together
I broke down and bought it a tombstone.

The memory of your breath on my neck
Reminded me of one of my worst fears,
And the wind reminds me of your voice
They both went in and out of my ears;
Your touch was a sign of the season
I always knew when winter rolled in,
And your kiss was like a city block
Always one step away from being condemned.

All those times that I crawled back
Man, I wasted way too much remorse,
Could have saved it for someone worthy
But I spent it all during intercourse;
Everytime my friends would put you down
I always came through for you in defense,
Now that I know what they always did
I'll make amends by rebuilding their fence.

I remember all that was lost from me
There are some things I'll never recover,
If dignity was a medium of exchange, though,
We both know who would be living in squalor;
The last time that I walked over you
I happened to see the dirt under your nails,
Those clothes, too, are from a familiar box
I can guess where you've been getting your mail.

Perhaps you sit alone in a room, now
Placing an X on a picture in a book,
If I were you I'd put down that pen
Think for a moment, take another look;
You thought you were the one in control
The queen to a hive of worker drones,
But you're the one with the burden, babe
We're the ones with the lives of our own.

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