Like the scorpion I found under my covers
You fed on my apologies
Did it make you feel pretty cool?
Your eyes like horror film incandescent light
I sunbathed under your politics
I kissed the scales of your spine
Became a ghost to all of my want
Now I can't tell what's mine
Keys between your knuckles
Call me when you get home
Don't call it mine
And you are not someone else's church
You were always the spring
They made you believe you are the poison weed
The apple thief, taste of honey bees and potpourri
Keys between your knuckles
Call me when you get home
Don't call it mine
All this growing smaller
Makes a girl hungry don't
Call it mine
We never asked, we never asked for it
When the heavens parted to leave us bruises
Will you still eat citrus from the trees?
When I'm the dirt, when I become the weeds
Keys between your knuckles
Call me when you get home
Don't call it mine
All this growing smaller
Makes a girl hungry don't
Call it mine