In my dreams I only ever see the back of your head
So when you turn around all I see is hair
All my memories of you are more than ten years old
I cradle them like babies who never ever wake up
Are you still wearing a red sequin dress with the ruffles tacked up by your knee?
Do you still cross the street in your platform boots a thousand miles away from me?
I’m the lone rider of these horses, garish blue and green, with their eyes all falling out
Together we circle the moon and her face is just too beautiful to understand, too beautiful to understand
I carry little pockets of you everywhere but I don’t know what you look like
I worry and I knot the threads of your life out there but I don’t know what you feel like
Sometimes I believe you’re my only queen and you’re waiting for your horses to come home
But I know you stopped waiting long ago, we’re dying in the pasture, we’re dying in the pasture,
And the little crumbs of cake you left for us were never enough
the little crumbs of cake you left for us are gathering maggots and dust, maggots and dust
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