Cemetery hands no longer touched
Even when I speak, my hearings shushed
We knew I could never be your crutch
Even though at night you’d say as much
Staring at a shower floor
I couldn’t get her off my skin
Her name soaked my throat for weeks
He pretends you never happened
The guilt it kills, its taken too
I never thought to think of you
Rolling thunder
hardly knew her
Bones of summer
Look right through her
Cemetery roses dry and stale
Pearly stitches painted pink and pale
Wash my marrow, cotton scented soap
Sacred spirit in a winter coat
Staring at a shower floor
Couldn’t get her off my skin
Her name soaked my throat for weeks
He pretends you never happened
The guilt it kills, its taken too
I never thought to think of you
Rolling thunder
Hardly knew her
Bones of summer
Look right through her
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