Dog Eared

Dog eared the page that you liked
Now an elegy once described
The way you saw me through your eyes
Those dimes worth a million to mine
And that poem ranks first, second to yours of course
Which lives hidden in my third drawer

Partly because your words of choice
And partly because I can hear your voice say them
And partly because your words of choice
And partly because I can hear your voice say them, oh

And I know it's been rough
Pages your fingers brush
Nose in the spine inhaling the years
Of time it hasn't spoken to you

Well all right, stop making the things in my room cry
Stop making the things in my room cry
Stop making the things in my room cry all the night

Partly because your words of choice
And partly because I can hear your voice say them
And partly because your words of choice
And partly because I can hear your voice say them, oh

And it begins to seem like all the works of words
In the world were so deprived
Of an inspiration so hidden from sight
That could've never been missed by me
Those sonnets that fell through your mouth are still echoing

Partly because your words of choice
And partly because I can hear your voice say them
And partly because your words of choice
And partly because I can hear your voice say them, oh

I dog eared the end
I dog eared the end
I dog eared the page that you liked
I dog eared the end