In the Nightstand Drawer

Though i try to remain at large
They're insisting that our love
Must have a eulogy
Why do i save all of this madness
Here in the nightstand drawer
There to haunt upon my shoulders
Baby i know

I'd be luckier to walk around everywhere i go
With this blind and broken heart
Sleeps beneath my lapel

Blue Valentines
(Waits)
Tom Waits

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Eugene Smith