Just because Elvis dropped the second verse
And I drank my mistakes
It doesn’t necessarily stand to reason
That we aren’t Japanese butterflies.
So, goodbye pork-pie hat.
Now that someone has punched my ticket
For the back of the bus
I get it:
Your blues are sinewy as your soul.
The heart is the biggest muscle in the human body
And even if it isn’t
Love only dies when we kill it.
The muse does this trick with her tongue
In the ear that drops my jaw
Like a Wurlitzer falling from a third story roof.