Marina, Or, The Best Wife in All of Texas and the 22nd of November

My stepfather was scared of you
All your fancy 45's
But you could dance my love
I always wanted a man who could dance

As the Russian roses, they thawed and bloomed
I held your jaw and saved your breaths
For when I needed them most
In cups of promises and jam

I can learn to understand you
If you give me the chance to
In your family's dark authorities
In your corp inferiorities
I can learn to understand you
If you give me the chance to
In your pocket knife shame
In your psychosomatic pain
I can learn to understand you
I can learn to not waste your time

You never asked me to help with your fears
But I tried to
With all the time I spent in Minsk
Studying ways to fix you

Little June in her dead eyed coat
Hadn't seen you in a week or two
But then you show up on TV
2 shots killed Jack Kennedy

I got so many letters, Lee, oh
You should've seen what they said
The people that we thought could stand us
Seemed happy that you're dead
The journalists won't let me sleep
And Ruth seems to being losing her head
I got so many letters, Leo
You should've been here to see what they said

They said
"Marina
what happened to the man you loved?"
"Marina
I'm sorry I can't make the funeral"
"Marina
I hope he burns in hell"
Priscilla, you bitch, I don't give a fuck
Can't you see I loved him?
Can't you see he wasn't well?

I can learn to understand you
If you give me the chance to
In your family's dark authorities
In your corp inferiorities
I can learn to understand you
If you give me the chance to
In your pocket knife shame
In your psychosomatic pain
I can learn to understand you
I can learn to understand you
I can learn not to waste your time



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Writer(s): Jacob Levine
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