Minneapolis

I've been waiting for you to come back Since you left Minneapolis Snow covers the streetlamps and the windowsills The buildings and the brittle crooked trees Dead leaves of December Thin skinned and splintered Never gotten used to this bitter winter I've been wasted, angry and sad Since you left Minneapolis I wish my thoughts were pure like the driven snow Like the heavens and the spring's virgin buds But they strangle me with their sin Fill me up with poison Black clouds have covered up the sun again I can always trace it back To that night in Minneapolis Here on the seventh floor in a room I can't call mine Deadbolt on the door, do not disturb sign Shaking and trembling On the clean white linen Slivers of starlight across the ceiling A dozen yellow roses All that's left in Minneapolis I wish I'd never seen your face or heard your voice You're a bad pain in my gut I want to spit you out Open up this wound again Let my blood flow red and thin Into the glistening Into the whiteness Into the melting snow of Minneapolis