Every lie you whistle out, I know, I smile and seal it in a sugar jar for show Most of it, I think I know Every tear you let begin, I frame, A little spite in gold without a name Something I can never keep or claim With that voice like juniper berries, Don’t call out someone else’s name Sweet, deep, and bitter, it carries— Though I’ve never heard it plain Monday night, the park—we play, Faceless, laughing, fade away Trading words tomorrow will erase, A tasteless, scentless, black “Good morning” From me to you, Bon appétit Everything you hold especially dear, If I could only smile and watch from here I’m a liar too; I might say that much, dear No explanation, no reveal, Nothing ever happens, nothing turns real Sleep—deep, and bitter, still Blue settling under the skin I feel Monday night, the park—we play, Faceless, laughing, fade away Trading words tomorrow will erase, A tasteless, scentless, black “Good morning” From me to you, Bon appétit “Everything you hold especially dear, If I could only smile and watch from here” I do like you Monday night, the park—we play, Faceless, laughing, fade away Trading words tomorrow will erase, A tasteless, scentless, black “Good morning” From me to you, Bon appétit Good morning
