A Thousand Things (a song)

You made your mark on me in clay
so that at your convenience
my tears would wash it away-
and there were a thousand things I could do...
Thats the ugly thing about being a beautiful fool.

Take your strides on me in boots
so you could see where you'd been if you needed to
and there were a thousand things I could say
That's the heaviest thing in the weight that you bear when you stay.

Take your liberties with my in quiet
because I'm so sedated in private.
A thousand things I could not see-
thank the selective insight in me.

365 or more
A phone call between former lovers- former lesser whores.
And thank you so much darling,
one-time everything,
but go back to sleep...
I'm home and content with the best permanent part of me.