The Morning-After Bell

The Morning-After Bell


I wanted today to be so golden, but I lost
So play me the blues – cause I’m blue
I could complain – but what good – would it do?
You wouldn’t change – if you knew

That I wanted to be your friend
When you were filling up with light
How could we need the morning?
For an hour, roses scoured the night
And I wanted to be your friend
And I wanted to be right…

How many times have I said, “this time,” just to not?
Pandering to – the ripcord
No good at this – I was raised right – give me that
Can’t keep up with you – for very long

But I wanted to be your friend
When you were filling up with light
How could we need the morning?
“Precious” we bestow on the finite
And I wanted to be your friend
And I wanted to be right…

But I can’t stand the way you treat the broken in your life
I can’t stand the way you kiss and tell

Maybe tomorrow I’ll do better – I’ll be on
Stir my coffee even when it’s black
I wish I were fooled – instead I just – play the fool
Limping away – from your ruin

Still I wanted to be your friend
When you were filling up with light
How could we need the morning?
All my quiet fears you did benight
And I wanted to be your friend
And I wanted to be right…

But I can’t stand the way you treat the broken in your life
I can’t stand the way you kiss and tell
No, I can’t stand the way you play so nice but are not kind
I can’t stand the morning-after bell


July 26th, 2017