A Tangle of Blonde

One, two three
One, two three
Everything changed
The day you left
I packed up a trunk
Pitched a tent in your steps
And held my breath
The day you left
Everything bleeds
If you poke it too hard
We buried the cat
In your grandmother’s yard
And had your wake for old time’s sake
This isn’t what I was trying to do
Climb out from the cold and up to your room
Oh God, save the best for last
Stone colored face
A matchbook engraved
We moved all our stuff to new
And had our wake for old times sake
This isn’t what I was trying to do
Climb out from the cold and up to the room
Oh God, save the best
Heaven knows what we were trying to prove
When we crept from the house and climbed up to the roof
Oh God, please make this quick