Worry

Her silhouette is bleaker than a cigarette

On a Tuesday morn when I feel humanity slip

from broken hands down to her hips

Realizing lethargy in both her eyes

And as the sun emancipates the dawn

her tanlines cackle with the power of the allegory.

For a man, he's deeper than the sundarbans

And the whistful way that he could hold her stare

Leaves heartache hanging in the swollen air

And as they fall apart in separate beds

he carves forever in the cheap wooden bedstead

Realize bitterness in both her eyes

and the way his words could strip

the walls she's climbing

(Oh at the end oh no oh?)

I worry about the way she lay

(Oh at the end oh no oh?)

too much worry, worry, worry, worry.

[repeat]

He holds her down, everything is anguish now

With the shallowness of every breath

He waits until she is bereft

Realize, nothingness in both her eyes

and the way his words have stripped

the walls she's climbing

(Oh at the end oh no oh?)

I worry about the way she lay

(Oh at the end oh no oh?)

too much worry, worry, worry, worry.