Closet Heart

Mold and mildew coat the edge
Of the paint-cracked windowpane
Of a half-vacant apartment
Amidst the phone poles and parking lots
He wears the scent of a thousand-year-old
Cuban spray-on cologne
Attracting ancient girls
And their ancient emotional ways
He always invites them to stay

Open wide, his front door
For such a closet heart
For such a closet heart
Secrets under his floor
They have no mercy to part
They have no mercy to part
They have no mercy to part
They have no mercy to part

The lost and lonely lady friend
Finds her way back into his embrace
Another thousand years
Of holographic surprise for their wonderful lives
They watch the steam from another lifeless fling
Make its way to the vent
Where it turns into drinking water
For some old poor soul in Spain
Who also has a paint-cracked windowpane

Open wide, his front door
For such a closet heart
For such a closet heart
Secrets under his floor
They have no mercy to part
They have no mercy to part
They have no mercy to part
They have no mercy to part
They have no mercy to part
They have no mercy to part
They have no mercy to part
They have no mercy to part



Credits
Writer(s): Brett Jeremy Schwartz
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