TheCourtRose

Your parents bought you a plot next to theirs in the graveyard up the road It was on sale, I imagine Otherwise they're secretly wishing you to join them as soon as they go, and your mother always seemed such a sweet thing Your sister is looking for a grave and you were never the burying kind She wants to buy yours, but you can't imagine the price Giving it away would make you ungrateful for the resting place waiting for you Selling for too much is putting such a steep price on death Sell it for the price of a cremation, I say Trade for trade, you both get what you want You can keep your wings and your gratitude I'm sure your parents will understand

Sign for a store "Opens midnight on Monday" and wondering- Is it the midnight after the Monday already happened? or the midnight before, really a Sunday? I've never really understood Day aren't over until you fall asleep, it seems Blazing through a midnight means a No Man's Land of simply falling onto the other side of something Clocks keep turning, but I'm not convinced that time, let alone a midnight, belongs to anyone at all

Wanna know a reason why I love you? 'Cause you leave the lights on for me when I'm driving in the dark On an unknown path, to a house I've never been, following hopeful, yet vague directions, the anxiety kicks in Did I miss a turn? Am I going too slow? Am I going too fast? Goddamnit! I should probably turn around... But I move ahead, hoping you were right all along and then there's the house with all the lights on and I know I'm coming home because of you