Scattering Remains

Everyone knew the end of our story

Before I even saw a flag

(How sad is that)

Out of the blue you quit writing poetry

And telling me how your day was

I’ve waited so long to say that

I can’t save you

From the way you stand there

Waiting for your plants to die

And you wonder why

Aren’t you growing tired of scattering remains

And waiting to see if the weatherman’s gonna change his tie

Cuz green means summer, and fuchsia brings the rain

They say

Well do you recall

The color he wore on the day

The day we passed away

20 degrees and she’s refusing my sweater

Says she’s better off this way

(Wh.. what does that mean?)

Well there’s superstitious and then there’s you

With your fetish

For noticing the blemishes

Your only defense is

Your horoscope said to be a pessimist

I can’t hate you

But the way you made me

Feel like a losing bet

I can’t forgive just yet

Darling, aren’t you growing tired of scattering remains

And waiting to see if the weatherman’s gonna change his tie

Cuz green means summer, and fuchsia brings the rain

They say

Well do you recall

The color he wore on the day

The day we passed away

When I didn’t wanna be an artist

If it meant

That I’d become the hardest man to love

To the girl who’s shaking the 8-ball a little too much

Aren’t you growing tired of scattering remains

And waiting to see if the weatherman’s gonna change his tie

Cuz green means summer, and fuchsia brings the rain

They say

Well do you recall the color he wore

On the day

As I recall

It was a lavender-mauve

On the day

The day we passed away