mourning morning

morning light don't scratch my eyes, just let me wash up on the shore, i used to have the strangest dreams, but they don't come here anymore, my duvet's laid out like an atlas with stains to mark the borderlines, indentations in my pillow i hope won't fade with time, smoke the roach left in the ashtray on which i choked the night before, stub my toes on dirty clothes, like mountain ranges on the floor. i pick my way through crusty dishes and their greasy chemistry, i washed two cups and then remember that you've left already. i let you go so reluctantly and i can still hear your lazy symphony, and just when i think i found my calling, it's another mourning morning, they say the devil's in the detail, i'm gonna blind my eyes instead, i put my memories in a landscape where only reckless angels tread, i watch the fingerprints you left like a secret code upon my skin, and i remember when you told me a gilded crown won't make a king, i really want you to stay, but i know you have to go, i really want you to stay, but sometimes it doesn't show, i really want you to stay, but i know you have to go, i really want you to stay, let the conversation flow, i really want you to stay, but i know you have to go, i really want you to stay, but sometimes it doesn't show, i really want you to stay, but i know you have to go, have to go again, i let you go so reluctantly and i can still hear your lazy symphony, and just when i think i found my calling, it's another mourning morning, i really want you to stay but i know you have to go, have to go again