I feel like Griffith at a funeral, Out for coffee with the president, I don’t know any rebel songs, I don’t know how to say hello, I want to go home, home. I’m living far from any green fields, My friends are dying over seas, They’re listening to Green Gloves, They’re falling in with new loves, They’re going to war without me. I’m hiding in a mansion, Watching other mother’s men get killed, And I was laughing in my last letter, But I don’t feel any better girl, I want to go home, home. I want to go home, home. I dreamed of you again last night. And that was nice, for a little while. You whispered things like “low doe”. I want to go home, home.

I haven’t been sleeping again, it’s been a while since that was a thing, It’s nothing big, just a crisis of spirit, something to tell the kids. I took it apart, just to see what makes you sing, It was nothing but blue wires, and the space between. I’m a little lost, I’m a little at sea, Don’t tell her. I can keep it together. If she needs me. It’s getting too stressful to sleep, I dream of the fire alarm on our ceiling, It sits above the Virgin Maria, and a cartoon of Nixon we bought in Vietnam for no reason. You remember the night, that the batteries died? It’s all I keep hearing, it keeps beeping, and beeping, and beeping. Beeping, and beeping and beeping. I’m a little lost, I’m a little at sea, Don’t tell her. I can keep it together. If she needs me. And I keep listening, I keep listening, All I hear are voices and prayers. I keep listening, I keep listening, All I hear is Harry Mills dancing through the air, And I keep listening, I keep listening, All I hear are press conferences with my friends, And I keep listening, I keep listening, All I hear is you dreaming of Fred Astaire. I’m a little lost, I’m a little at sea, Don’t tell her. I can keep it together. If she needs me. You found me collapsed in the morning, On that Ikea rug we bought two of, Surrounded by pieces of speaker, It didn’t do me any good.

The first time I felt like this, I was sitting at the edge of class, Scratching pens and navy blues, a lot of questions left to ask. A chair screeched, I slipped outside feeling out of breath, The corridor was quiet with harsh lights shaking just a little bit. The second time I was living on the coast, struggling through Ulysses, I’d sit on a cliff listening to Sea Sew, as the waves stood still in front of me. The summer fell totally silent, it rained and rained for days, It was probably my fault. It wasn’t daggers, it was boredom and jealousy. It was love in the asylum. It was love in the asylum. It was love. It was oblivion. It’s so dark and I’m so scared, I’m living in a brain that’s running out of air. The next two or three times, I think it was a friend of mine, I didn’t even hear about it, till a few months later when I came to visit. He told me about in fits and starts, as we turned the couch into a spare bed, I don’t know what was wrong with us, he just said we’re all mad in the head. After that I was probably drunk, or at least recovering, Living in a cuckoos nest with single panes, and bottles at the doorstep. The cell was padded with plastered flowers, and the toothpaste froze, I lived with a man, he painted TVs, kept him busy I suppose. It was love in the asylum. It was love in the asylum. It was love. It was oblivion. It’s so dark and I’m so scared, I’m living in a brain that’s running out of air. The last time, you were in bed, drying your hair, I ran to the other room, turned on that dirty light. It spilled everywhere. And Is it a chemical imbalance or just shadows in the air? That leaves me welling up over shit TV. God I was lucky you were there. She said it’s love in the asylum. It’s love in the asylum. It’s love. It’s everything. It’s so dark and I’m so scared of living in a brain that’s running out of air. (I was lucky you were there.)

I didn’t wake with a start, just a feeling of unease. I couldn’t see in the dark, you were twitching next to me. Are you a warm old soul? Or just some metabolic heat? It could all be solved, if it was only you and me. And I touch the tips of your fingers with the tips of mine. Stayed like that afraid of the sunrise. I touch the tips of your fingers with the tips of mine. Stayed like that afraid of the sunrise. There’s nothing scarier than good love, There’s nothing scarier than good love, Is this good love? Is this good love? I can hear you in the next room, On the phone to your mother again, It’s not even today where she is, As she tells you about her latest dead friends. And do you feel close to the satellite that calls you home? The clocks jump back tomorrow, she said. “Are you old enough to ask for what you want? Are you young enough to know what that is? Is he keeping you well? Is he feeding you well? Is he worth not coming home? When will we see ya? There’s nothing scarier than good love, There’s nothing scarier than good love, Is this good love? Is this good love? God you’re too good to me love. This is good love, this is good love. God you’re too good to me love. This good love, whatever else it is Is this good love? Whatever else it is Is this good love?

My sigh of a soul sits, on my phone again, Muttering words I don’t know the songs to yet. Yeats comes in in a panic, screaming about a fight he had. His friend Matt won’t pay the rent again. You ask what the dream means, I say I don’t believe in that stuff, I don’t believe in all that much I guess. But I can see in the dark, bet you didn’t know that about me. I can see in the dark, I bet you didn’t know that. There’s a little bit of Lizzie Bennet about you, Don’t know how you survived a two mile radius. You’ve been collecting stress dreams, for that book that you’re writing, Everything has a silver lining except Centrelink. I saw the spark in your eyes, turn to little red blinking lights, I’ll wake you when I figure out how to pay the rent. Cause I can see in the dark, I bet you didn’t know that about me. I can see in the dark, I bet you didn’t know that. Turning shadows to navy seas, Turning shadows to navy seas, I’ll mind you, if you mind me. I’ll mind you if you mind me. Cause we can see in the dark, I bet you didn’t know that about us. We can see in the dark. I bet you didn’t know that.