jars filled with rain
We all forgot
To dim the lights and shut off the faucet
When morning comes
The laundry room will be underwater
The setting sun
Looks great because we’re on the moon now
Where everything is safe and calm
And nobody can make it up
And if they could they’d tear our walls down
Offer me all of your jars filled with rain
Offer me all of the words that you’d say
Offer me
Offer me
Offer me
I will be hoarding all of the cocaine
I’ll seal it up in mason jars
And cover all the gaps between
The in-between and where you buried
Your feelings in a field of dust
And broke down all the boxes
I will be quiet for one hundred days
I’ll wait here silently counting the planes
Her rocket ship’s gold and engraved
There’s no dialectics between man and grave
The first rule of life is to mean what you say
And to water the plants before you go away
Her window gets smaller each day
From mountaintops everyone looks just the same