Doves

And every time we have to Part
 I sit and shoot the doves in my back yard
 i dig a hole in search of kites
 i lose my grip oh how that string it bites
 and the dogs they dip my feet
 they make me watch the girls the dancing queens
 i am not the one to blame
 i am not the horse in this here game
 i found the broom
 i found the crease
 the water's warm
 hot with disease an untimely demise
 im still watching the world through your eyes
 your insides were never my size
 in the car
 in the drive home
 i wrote your letters
 i knew your name
 i wrote your letters
 i knew your name
 i wrote your letters
 i knew your name
 i wrote your letters
 i know your name