starry configurations
jets to brazil
why must you treat me like you do?
don't you know it's all for you?
die here beside you in see-through obscurity
drum up some simpleton for you
to eat these apples from your eyes
and your love's bud goes full bloom
hardly worth a mention or the paper
it's written on and cried upon
but still you treat me like you do
with everything i've done for you
striking like a bird of prey
the only ear that turns your way
aren't thinking of me tonight