Casey Dienel Follow

Knowing you makes all the difference,
don't it darling?
Knowing all your if's and why's,
your when's and how's.

Decemeber comes in as a short procession.
A little punctured, a little heartbroken,
but not forever and not for long.

In New York, the vagabonds have fled
to your dusty wings.
The play bill tramps are
starving for a little warmth.

It seems I've help my arms like this for ages,
but I am done waiting, I am lowering them down
like a white flag, like a sail.

It's clemintine season, my peach, my little.
You are gone, but now I like all my parts.

It's funny how when we're whole, we feel hollow
It's funny, I like me best with a broken heart.

So, when winter started to thaw,
you may be tempted to come around
and it's likely to be too late.

La la la...