Newspaper corpses
On the driveway
And I wish it were hotter
I wish I were not a
Mess like always
Stressed like always
Rainbow of roses
In the front yard
And I wish it were colder
I wish I could fold a
Paper plane to you
Champagne toast to you
Spiderweb theses
On the screen door
And I wish it were darker
I wish I could spark a
Flame like before
Same as before
