I stole from Tom Waits

Lay your head on where my heart used to be

Sweet whispers drowned under the sea

Forgotten words and heartbeats

Say goodbye with the last breath of defeat

 

Rest your head on the green grass

Think of me sharp as the clouds pass

And if the sky falls upon your head

The memories will long be dead

 

Lay your head on where my heart used to be

Hear the mocking bird demean my plea

Forgotten looks and promises

Bidding farewell to love’s premises

 

I stole from Tom Waits

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