BLACK DOVES

Every time I opened the door

Your heart disappeared

More and more

I burnt every feather in our mattress

I ripped up every blade of grass in our backyard

I picked the stitches out of all your clothes

I drained every drop of blood from your guitar

This is not the perfect storm

Its thunder without lightening bolts

Every time I opened the door

Your heart disappeared

More and more

I sat in that sad empty room

Tried to fill it with my love

This isn’t a home for us anymore

Its a mausoleum made of black doves

I burnt every feather in our mattress

I ripped up every blade of grass in our backyard

I ripped the stitches out of all your clothes

I drained every drop of blood from your guitar

My heart was once a diamond

But its softening to stone

Your heart was once a song bird

But its been untuned

and caged by broken notes

I TORE THE WINGS OFF ALL THE DOVES

I SMASHED OUR MIRROR ON THE WALL

I plucked away the minutes

I lit your matches one by one

I cracked every knuckle

That ever tried to take your hand

I glued bloody feathers onto your leather

And burned it in the park trash can

I smoked every cigarette in this city

And stashed the butts in your guitar

I'd put it all back together

But maybe this time we've gone too far

I hope this song makes you weep

And cut all the strings on your guitar

I hope this song makes you bleed

Cause I’m about to give it all up

You’ll never break up with your guitar

You’ll only break my heart