Oliver has a new job as a dish-washer and
They pay him $12 an hour
But they pay the girls less.
He is saving for New Zealand
And I am saving my heart for someone really good.
I wrote a song
And I’m going to make a video
With pictures of you to go with it.
Then I’m going to send it to you
And I won’t be sorry if it makes you cry.
Last time I saw you, you had new gashes on your skin
And I showed you some new muscles that I grew,
On account of all the walking that I do now.
You asked me why I’m always walking
And where I go to,
And I told you that I didn’t really know
But I had to put my feet somewhere.
We had a shower together
and you kept turning your body away from me.
You’ve lost muscle
On account of all the drinking that you do
Instead of eating (now that I’m not there to cook for you.)
Sometimes I sit on the roof and cry my eyes out,
Sometimes I write you letters on the back of my hand,
Hoping it counts as an apology.
Sometimes when I’m home alone I get really scared:
One time I sat on the couch for three hours
Holding a brick, a pair of scissors and the mandolin
You gave me for my 21st birthday.
I was staring at the front door,
Waiting for someone to come through it,
Waiting to kill,
And I don’t think I blinked once.
Even the cat was on patrol.
He sat by my feet flicking the end of his tail,
But I don’t know if he was scared of robbers and ghosts like I was,
Or if he was just scared of me.