A plan could wrap around itself
If only you could use it
Seven men I met on Carter Street said
You could still abuse it
I think I broke my foot in two
While waltzing Carolinas
And the line-up of our honeymoon
Was frozen, out of sight

You call me there your daddy, no, no
Septum piercing sting
And wish upon the work you wouldn’t
Wish for diamond ring
But darling, eat your heart away
I thought I’d thrift you mine today
‘Cause breathing in your sigh
Gave me the highest I could cling

By silicone or Sudafed
My aching hasn’t burrowed yet
And dripping past my empathy
You serve a sturdy jest
But errant parent fantasy
Is all you’ll try to mean to me
Talk money, honey, heartbreak
Your excuses put to rest

I loved you from the powder blow
Mistaking black for white
The starting gun was ornery
Lit candles on your right
What’s left of you, Miss Montague
Has struck my center mass
But I’ll ask seven more to keep the score
To save my heart of glass