babybird
sometime
when you're home late
and no one comes down
don't make a sound
keep your mouth shut
and sleep on the couch
don't let her out of your sight
look at your kids
look at your wife
this was your life
your life was her life
sometimes
when she comes back
she's as cold as ice-cream
like a hot knife
your tattooed fingers
can't touch her any more
now you've gone
and let her out of your sight
when you're lonely
and no one comes around
it's too late
make it right now
you were wrong to leave