It is always night for you here Your brother was the first boy inside of you And as a locust would eat Your father was the first man inside of you
Your body is all your own Keep it away from mine I love you, Bill You forgive everything
To die and not breathe To writhe desolated To crawl towards colorlessness
The grass across the room My father was the second man inside of you The sailor is dead, the social worker is dead The software engineer is dead the singer is dead
You’ve always lied to us Richard Broddigan never stuffed his underwear in your mouth I love you, Bill You forgive everything
I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry... Let them sing for joy But it was you for whom the raven called
There must be some things for which our god cannot be accused There must be some things for which our god cannot be accused Both feet jammed against your heart Both feet jammed against your heart Do you want me to write your name? Do you want me to tear it up? Do you want me to throw it in the garbage?