Curse

When I arrived, all your bottles
Had water in them to their waists
And all the pills inside them floated
Like so much well intentioned waste

That night I left the kettle on
Left the house, left the water
It boiled over, left a burn
A call heard by your doting daughter

When I arrived, she had counted
All the things that you'd done wrong
And she a sharp and marvellous weapon
Left you only two days strong

That night I left the tub filling
Left the house, left it running
The neighbours saw a waterfall
Patched it with their youthful cunning

When I arrived, you were waiting
In a kind of arrogance
With your hands folded
Round the last of that romance, its thrust, its dance

That night I left the candle burning
Left the fire, left it smokin'
Nothing left of mold or mud
And only one of us is broken



Credits
Writer(s): Daccia Bloomfield
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