St. Valentines Day Massacre
Kristin Hersh
You need a scrap of paper to explain
You need five minutes on a stairwell
Or an hour, forehead on the steering wheel
You choke on a red envelope
Red searchlights
cll hearts are bright and warm
Chicago radio
I breathed into the mic
Plains crashing snow buried our black box
Snowblind, I lied for you for hours
I played records for you for hours in lieu of flowers