Worry (Little Comets)

Her silhouette is bleaker than a cigarette On a Tuesday morn when I feel humanity slip from broken hands down to her hips Realizing lethargy in both her eyes And as the sun emancipates the dawn her tanlines cackle with the power of the allegory. For a man, he's deeper than the sundarbans And the whistful way that he could hold her stare Leaves heartache hanging in the swollen air And as they fall apart in separate beds he carves forever in the cheap wooden bedstead Realize bitterness in both her eyes and the way his words could strip the walls she's climbing (Oh at the end oh no oh?) I worry about the way she lay (Oh at the end oh no oh?) too much worry, worry, worry, worry. [repeat] He holds her down, everything is anguish now With the shallowness of every breath He waits until she is bereft Realize, nothingness in both her eyes and the way his words have stripped the walls she's climbing (Oh at the end oh no oh?) I worry about the way she lay (Oh at the end oh no oh?) too much worry, worry, worry, worry.