The rain
had dried out
What was left of the constraint
But he still likes the way
She allows the dress to slide off her
shoulder The night leans against her skin
Distant memories Of a promise That wasn't worth the blood
It was written in Where are you off to this time,
Joselyn?
They were so young back then Looking
for the kind of love you'd read about
On the back
of cool bookstores Toilet doors reversed
Still wretching beneath their skin
Distant memories
Of a promise That wasn't worth the blood
It was written in Where are you off to this time,
Joselyn?
Soon the longing for the dead still At the break of day
Makes it impossible For her to stay
The night
leans against her skin Distant memories
Of a promise That wasn't worth the blood
It was written in
Where are you off to this time, Joselyn?
Where are you off to this time, Joselyn?
Where are you off to this time, Joselyn?
Where
are you off to
this time, Joselyn?