Natalie Three

Who can just smile easy, and know what to say, when a spirit's released, a high heeled slumber, stones, wreaths, holidays, it makes you wonder, I play a coward's release, without hope or shape, maybe find it one day, did I have your number, when you started to trace, a life unencumbered, my insides screech, cornfields whisper and sway, I hear you in the breeze, waste of time don't bother, I'm a disgrace, you can roll the thunder, heavy with my misdeeds, a certain rising too late, I'm not eager to see, a memory of your face.