Flies

I’m staring at the wall
Your flavor on my lips
I’m watching and I’m counting
All you left me with
Flies
Flies
I held your picture in the fan
I spilled your drink and your perfume
I share my love with those who join me
In this somber empty room
Flies
Flies
I pressed the pillow on your face
You didn’t want my sympathy
You kept your love for those who join you
Seven feet beneath the trees
Flies
Flies