pale on the stairs, she's scared, she's scary, and she sure is swaying,
saying something like, " don't save me if it will take you too"
the children keep leaving in the middle of the night
and the world writhes a little
in a way that everyone can kind of feel, it's delicate,
you can't see it unless you have a chandelier
even then, the shiver is so long and soft
you might mistake it but
there's something wrong it's been wrong for so many years
elliott smith is anyone awake too long
everything feels silly when it's pretty
and things like cinnamon and things like ships
and things like lanterns and things like cedars
are night gowns
for ghost towns
