The Liar

Every corner holds a shadow of you.

I am awakening to the day

where the wall be stained bare...

I'll find the truth 

beneath the Liar's stare.

This tale was not spun,

nor were these eyes given

ever in your wisdom.

Bold faced

bare chest.

Will you find another?

No, never will you.

Walls breathe, tundra

frozen over solid;

Beneath its crust,

a thousand cores,

and at the very pit

a Liar there. 

Country Song

This girl,

she keeps me guessing -

I call her my Darling.

Oh, my darling,

darling, Darling what'd you do?

My Darling sent me roaming,

after lattes in Wyoming.

Now I'm roaming around to Jackson,

maybe Casper, sometimes Cheyenne;

All because I went and gave my love to...

Just like a meadowlark,

you struck me yellow -

I saw sparks;

Guess they never caught fire onto you.

I'd like to try pretending

that this ending wasn't foreseen

but my Darling still went & left me blue.

Now I'm claiming territory,

& I'm waking in the morning

over lattes, in Wyoming

like we used to.