Summer Teeth

Like a cloud his fingers explode On the typewriter ribbon, the shadow grows His hearts in a bowl behind the bank And every evening when he gets home To make his supper and eat it alone His black shirt cries While his shoes get cold Hook It's just a dream he keeps having And it doesn't seem to mean anything And it doesn't seem to mean anything Verse 2 One summer, a suicide Another autumn, a traveler's guide He hits snooze twice before he dies And every evening when he gets home To make his supper and eat it alone His black shirt cries While his shoes get cold Hook Verse 3 He feels lucky to have you here In his kitchen, in your chair Sometimes he forgets that you're even there Hook