Told Slant Eggs In A Basket
The love is gone if you have to ask it
There will be no sap tapped from a casket
There will be no hands held through the last of it
No hands clasped and [?] on mattresses
The love is gone like eggs in a basket
Reading old text threads, covering the date with my thumb
Pretending that you just wrote
"I love you, when are you coming home?"
