Bath
Jason Molina
So here's your bathtub, Christmas lights
Add the water: seven pints
Face down in silver, white Christmas light
Wednesday I found you
Your hair was white as a kite string
So here's your story, as you would have said it
To leave out the sad parts
Gray eyes fill with novacaine
Chandeliers with fireflies
You won't know
You won't know
I'm not sure
Gray eyes fill with novacaine
Chandeliers with fireflies
And You won't know