So Cold

I bet you
would like to pin this caper on me,
all of it.
The phony suicide note,
the crybaby blues,
the hollow talk about
finding your way,
All the interest in what I was about.

I am bitterly laughing at having fallen
off the turnup truck
and letting the damn thing drag me behind
for so long

What a joke I've been to you
It explains alot,
Those drafty old places you inhabited,
The set-ups
the put-downs
the nightmares
the middle-of -the -night-emergencies

The wind whips around you like ghosts
with sharp teeth,
But you got it covered
You always have
winked those Baby Blues
at The Devil
and got away with It

What you gonna' do
when
I get up off this ground,
and drive this truck up the hill
Where you and the damn dogs dance naked in the snow
In the Moonlight
and pick up that shotgun
for real this time ?

You'll keep laughin'
no doubt,
You still got 'em all fooled,
all but me ,
I know you better than you want me to
Your tears will freeze
on your face
As they fall
frozen
unconcerned, uncaring,
falling,
Following you to the ground
So cold.