The Plunge (Lighthouse Keeper)

Weep
On your own, on your own
On your own, on your own
Scratch

Remember fisting pockets?
Shopping for an ice white mattress?
Rappahannock's firm surface
Breaks up, spiderwebs wherever we step
I could paint without existing
All that was me was two
Spidery hands
Cast in bronze
Come crawling up
Twigs, dirt, leaves
Memory foam

Bronze will tarnish
Bronze will crack
Pieces break up
Pieces break away
All I can do is slip into
Floral sheets where you borrowed a shirt and spoke my
(Jack)
Dreams do come true
Dreams do come true
Dreams do come true unless I'm with you

Scratch
Pack me in little square boxes
Wrap me in all your favorite drag
Wake and dream me, make me what what you want
But when the ice melts you'll have to sleep on your own
I could grovel at your feet and
Scratch the door to let me back inside
Foaming at the mouth for morsels to
Sift the compost bucket for bread crumbs