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The Wife
It must’ve been years, honey; why won’t you touch me?
Yellow yellow—everything seems all yellow lately
You come home and you scare me sometimes, you know
What’s that red liquid spotting me from behind your ear?
It’s tormenting me—thought you didn't take driving lessons anymore
Honey, take a good look at that flower pot
The plant’s dead—where’s everybody gone?
Click click in my bedroom, I’ve been dreaming like a circle
Falling longer into my solitude, I’ve been thinking:
I was scared of the cat—honey, it was self-defense
The floor sharded with broken glass
The alcohol’s all gone—oh! if anybody had come
Between me and my white light, I’d break anything
—That’s all I ask; oh honey, you can’t touch me,
Darling you're a narcissist—you need to calm down
Look at that wall—it ain’t white anymore, the hole in it is growing
Won’t you see deeper in me?
My love, my love, how I never thought we’d be here
But don’t we see something wonderful?
Listen—your heels and words they break my bones.
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