lover, you are the one who ignored the letter that got sent to you last week
lover, you see so many different lovers that you make my bones break
lover, you are allowed to walk down division street hand in hand with your new lover without a care
lover, you was my mystery and i yours too
lover, shake salt from the sea and curl into my lap on the crete sand
lover, you are the one who sits stranded in your mothers arms on a rainy edinburgh night
lover, you’re the white noise that rings in my ear as i lay alone allowing myself to love
lover, you understand my longing is not a virtue of wrong doing and hedonism
lover, i know our dreams of a new york summertime are long over, strangers have told me that
lover, here’s to the sound of the music lining the hallways
lover, here’s to the lovers who dance to the jazz and sinatra of yesteryear
lover, here’s to you being kept sacred in my past
lover, here’s to you dead in the spotlight, alive in my mind
lover, you can abuse your muse until you collapse, save them thoughts till next tuesday
lover, where are you tonight?
lover, you are the one who sedates me and disconnects my mind
lover, kill me softly and praise my mother
lover, maybe i’ll see you christmas day again and lovers we will be
Words by John McCullagh
Art by Rachelle Cox