She doesn’t tell Truths when a lie will do. She says, “When your down these people can’t care They just feel sorry for you.” Her legs curl underneath her As the tears run clear from her eyes As if she’s looking for someone to blame She stares up at the sky
Flowers by the Grave She may be hurt But she’s in no pain
She had her lover But now she lives all alone Married to the mirror behind His picture at Pitt’s Pool Hall Two pillows on the bedspread But only one’s been used She leans over like a tombstone on the night, And then she leaves her room.
Flowers by the Grave She may be hurt But she’s in no pain Flowers by the Grave In the flush of Youth She broke like a wave.