spider
dropping down
in my eyes towards my crown
if it would have been a sunday I would have let you live
I would have watched you build your web
your silky sieve, spider
bathing in the evening so glad that I am alone
so glad that I don't get lonely with my memories of stone
remembering is enough for me
now I can sit still peacefully
quiet room this afternoon
tea and bread
a floating head
the cats are asleep
and the willows they weep
sitting on the moon with you
your on the other side
it's okay you're over there
you know I like you, you know that I still care
you know I still care even though you're over there
back in the room the cobwebs have turned black
I am more bitter now than peaceful
writhing and going nowhere
I cannot escape the dirt, black cobwebs and the stains on my shirts
maybe someday
maybe someday I will be okay
maybe someday
maybe someday I will be okay
if it was a sunday I would have let you live, spider
dropping and floating down in my eyes and towards my crown
if it would have been a sunday I would have let you live
I would have watched you build your web your silky sieve
maybe someday I'll be okay
maybe someday
I'll be okay
oh, yes, someday