Dear Sally...

Dear Sally,

Send the dates

There’s a longer way to get there

Trust me on this

I know I’ve been fatal

I know you’ve been fatal

There’s another ten times around

You are so free

You give me things

That I don’t need

So look around inside

And find that treasure chest

Underneath your pillow

And every time I look away there’s color

I should pick up my boots

And move to Colorado

Where I’ve meant to go for ten years

So count your blessings

There might not be another set

To run away with

So count your blessings

I’ve got mine

Let’s go

There’s hanging death

Maybe I’ll meet you

In another place

Love, X