In a fire
In a file you look for her
For he
In a file
In a fire you look for ashes
For proof
For need of
Something
To ignore the crutch you shared with her
With he
Part of some plan
Still you shared
Counterfeit
Flowers
Hours
And your own creeds
What good is guilt when you’re dead
And holy ghost always forgives
Who’s right as rain when you’re
Never forgiven
Who has that luxury
Who has that certainty
It’s always hours
And more flowers
It’s always
Prepare than relieve
Prepare than relieve
Where’s that in between
Where’s that black clean