clear thoughts of morning - Field Medic

I’m not much of a charmer

Just a boy who grinds his teeth

The boy who grinds the coffee beans

She sees me underwater

When she skates my icy creek

And she wonders what the blade marks mean

The season of the snow man

The season of the pine tree

Weeping needles fresh

From winds beating

As a blanket I am fleeting

As a mirror she’s lost to me

And I’m sure her scarf and mittens disagree

Tell me what am I supposed to say

When you’re kissing me awake?

Just before you’re crying

«I should leave»

Cause you’re ashamed?

Sometimes we’re both no good

So go on run

Cause all them dolls got eyes

And could illustrate them pretty

My love her eyes

Go unadorned

And see right through me

I cannot avoid

Clear thoughts of morning

If she wants to leave me

She should leave me

Without warning