Dishes In The Sink

Dishes in the sink
Leaky faucets leak
As I softly weep
On this golden hair

It's all chopped off
And turned rustic brown
All for the sake of this golden crown

My nails are gone
Bitten in the rush
As I go to speak
You softly shut me down

On this bed we lay
How I wish you could stay
Two hearts should beat
As one for this time

You won't let it happen
You'd rather me drown
In this self-pity
As I lie here breathless
In this golden ground