The Dress

White cotton dress, tied at the waist
 Bare summer arms, and a lace
 Not short and not long, comes down to the knee
 On top of the laundry, folded and clean
 But I could have sworn
 That I threw that thing away, back in June
 Snuck out to the alley and
 Buried it under the trash, one afternoon
 I can't trust my memory anymore
 Was it the dress, I wore?
 Was it the wine, he poured?
 Was there some sign, I ignored?
 Was there even time
 To run from that storm?
 I don't cry or go crazy, I just hold my breath
 Keep It all safe, locked up in my chest
 Deadbolt the front door, don't answer the phone
 Sleep with the lights on, afraid of being alone
 And I go back through every detail
 Like a photograph in my mind
 Searching for what I did wrong
 I never find it in time
 Was it the dress, I wore?
 Was it the wine, he poured?
 Was there some sign, I ignored?
 Was there even time
 To run from that storm?
 To run from that storm?
 I'm still runnin' from that storm
 I'm still runnin' from that storm