Curtains for You

So when that window rattles clean

The old paint chips and mold

Making way for a better dream

You should score a subtle scene

With notes from pianos old

Climbing the curtains hung pristine

Let that song find a seam

And chase it with whiskey bold

To feed that drunken dream

Don't forget to tip her clean

Twice more than you were told

And never ask her what she’s seen

The truth is a wicked lien

And the evidence too hot to hold

Let loose that nagging dream

The curtains a dreadful color green

Were never meant to be sold

And windows are not just portals seen

They are always caught between