The Calendar Hung Itself...

Does he kiss your eyelids in the morning
 When you start to raise your head?
 And does he sing to you, incessantly
 From the space between your bed and wall?
 Does he walk around all day at school
 With his feet inside your shoes?
 Looking down every few steps
 To pretend he walks with you
 Oh, does he know that place below your neck
 That is your favorite to be touched
 And does he cry through broken sentences like
 "I love you far too much"
 Does he lay awake listening to your breath
 Worried you smoke too many cigarettes
 Is he coughing now
 On a bathroom floor
 For every speck of tile
 There's a thousand more
 You won't ever see
 But must hold inside yourself
 Eternally
 ♪
 Well, I drug your ghost across the country
 And we plotted out my death
 In every city, memories would whisper
 "Here is where you rest"
 I was determined in Chicago
 But I dug my teeth into my knees
 And I settled for a telephone
 Sang into your machine
 "You are my sunshine
 My only sunshine
 You are my sunshine
 My only sunshine
 ♪
 And I kissed a girl with a broken jaw
 That her father gave to her
 She had eyes bright enough to burn me
 They reminded me of yours
 And in a story told, she was a little girl in a red-rouge, sun-bruised field
 And there were rows of ripe tomatoes, where a secret was concealed
 And it rose like thunder
 Clapped under our hands
 And it stretched for centuries
 To a diary entry's end
 Where I wrote
 "You make me happy
 Oh, when skies are gray
 You make me happy
 Oh, when skies are gray, and gray, and gray"
 Well, the clock's heart, it hangs inside its open chest
 With its hands stretched towards the calendar hanging itself
 But I will not weep
 For those dying days
 For all the ones who've left
 There's a few that stayed
 And they found me here
 And pulled me from the grass
 Where I was laid