Achilles

We're in the dog days of it
February fever
I'm running a hundred degrees

My temper turns to ash
Fuse sparkling slowly
But surely as the first freeze

And I've known a few men
To have professed their love of me
In cars and bars and beds
But never have I returned decrees
You're my Achilles

We're in the home stretch of us
You bow out politely
I finish alone

I stage again what was said
Make a case it's not me
Then convict myself anyway

And I've known a few men
To have asked for my hand
In songs and gestures grand
But she's been mine since the dawn of man

And she's gone again

I'm howling at the moon
Dragging myself through June
Just to make it to the bar on the corner

I don't lose it frequently
It's rare she escapes me
Made it out by the skin of my teeth
Fell so fast thought it'd never leave
You're my Achilles



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Writer(s): Emily Franke
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