We took a bottle and a lantern to town
but when the morning rolled
i took my cold hands and lifted
you from the ground

yea, we were lovers
we were sad excuses for lovers
because the covers
only cover
one or the other

three years later we moved
still cold from my bones to shoes
and i, reluctantly, let you chose
one or the other
you chose the other

i cant help but remember you
there
pale white skin
and light brown hair,
brighter from the lantern
and lighter with dye
with a look in your eye
and a shake in your palm

If i could make it work i would