who am i to say i love you with a quick tongue
who am i to smoke in yr bedroom and blood stain
yr sheets so quickly
i am a mess but i
always call back and cry to whomever
picks up the phone
i sing again and again
i am better off alone
but i don't sing on yr message machine
won't you leave
and let me wallow
by the rocks and the waves
stay afloat a few days
there's an open invitation
to join me at the bottom
of the Mississippi
suffer silently
sink into the clay
who i am to send a letter
i know better
i already
linger like driftwood
in yr sheets
i don't change the tide but i dirty
the scenery
i am a limb looking
for my tree
you are missing from me
who am i to send a search party?
