jolene

less the radio, the static, the sun
whistling wind and races
for fun faces,
smiles undone and you're falling apart
if we cross the finish line then we're back at the start.

i read the graffiti in the bathroom stall:
remember who you wanted to be.
I don't remember her at all,
and she's forgotten me.

for the midnight hour, one more waltz,
it's closing time and you're falling apart,
crash into me, only the melody
you're only a memory, i'm only me,
only a shadow of bloody and free,
only the morning for lost mourning queens -

but i'm only me and
this is all we'd ever need.