last year

calling me to your dreams
asking me to join you in sweden
its impolite to impose like you do,
asking me to come back like that without reason

i took the long way home
each morning from east boston, grieving
holding hands together in bed at night
your mind was somewhere else while you were sleeping

you said you found the prize
but we didnt even look each other in the eyes
it was too late to take off your disguise
the road fucked all of your alibis

then one summer, i packed for sea
stripping away more of your intoxicating needs
you drank your whiskey, and then youd try to convince me
baby, baby, baby please dont leave

and maybe germany loved you
but i couldnt stand to see
my hands with yours
while you were somewhere else sleeping

and maybe you found the prize
but it was too late for you to save me
im gone and its over now
so you can turn your roadkill into daisies