Jill Hennessy Follow

the lights are still on, at 4:00am, on the tree in washington square, and the cold’s scared the dealers back into their holes til the sun brings them up for air, bare feet walk in boots too blind to find socks in a silent escape in the dark, with a song in my head, my belly filled with lead, i go walking round the park, looking for a different something to happen to me -

oh where did you go my sweet child, no, don’t you play these games with me, i‘m up then i fall, and sorry through it all for loving so blindly - you came for a time but you weren’t really mine so you leave me here just bleeding, and i walk through the snow, too sick to let go and not ready for the healing, not ready for you to leave

you’re nothing but a ghost in my head, some hope i had, something left unsaid, and i didn’t really know you at all so how come i feel so small, so small, i can’t feel you at all.

it was a diamond sharp day when they took you away from me. all the sad friendly smiles as we walked down the aisle to that place that you never see. and i thought of goodbyes and turned my eyes to the glare all around me - and there i was with your picture in hand underneath a butterfly’s wing, under a butterfly’s wing…

you’re nothing but a ghost in my head, some hope i had something left unsaid, and i didn’t really know you at all so how come i feel so small, so small, I can’t feel you at all.

it was a diamond sharp day when they took you away in that place that we cannot see, all the sad friendly smiles and the “sorrys” for miles under pretty pink butterfly wings

you’re nothing but a ghost in my head, some hope i had something left unsaid, and i didn’t really know you at all so how come i feel so small, so small, I can’t feel you at all.

it was a diamond sharp day when they took you away in that place that we cannot see, all the sad friendly smiles and the “sorrys” for miles under pretty pink butterfly wings