morning glory eyes are gone
and i'm left here all alone.
i can see those
flowers wan;
please love me
and my hollow bones.
i'm just a lie-my
bones lack marrow-
how could you love
one like me?
i think i'll lie
(to you!) and grow so narrow
that i can't even
be seen.
morning glory eyes
have faded
and i'm left here
with my poems.
it's all my
fault-we should have waited-
please love me
and my hollow bones.
bones are brittle,
bones can break,
break like the
promises that we make.
but bones can’t
trust, now neither can you,
you Morning
Glory Boy of blue.
that Morning
Glory Boy is sad,
he can’t see
this hunger is real.
my darling, dear,
please don’t be mad!
soon I will be
ideal.
morning glory
eyes gave up
and together my
lips are sewn.
i’m pouring my
life in a measuring cup;
please love me and my hollow bones.
my bones aren’t perfect,
but i can be-
at least for a
little while.
and until that day
that i finally crack,
for you i'll
pretend to smile.
that yellowbird
hasn't flown.
please love me
and my hollow bones.
i can't make it on
my own.
please love me
and my hollow bones.
if we'll survive
remains unknown, but
please love me
and my hollow bones.