The Cat's Pajamas

Who would of known?
To the lips, of a failed writer
To crash a cup of wine
To throw a toast
To an island that's slowly sinking
I can almost hear you -
Hear you crying.
MOMMA YOU ARE KILLING YOURSELF.
MOMMA WHAT CAN I DO?
And I'll be the one putting pins into my fingertips.
Only to erase memories.
And to laugh when I think what my father did
She sits, she waits.
SHE TOASTS HER PRAYERS,
NOT SPEAKS OF THEM
MOMMA YOU ARE KILLING YOURSELF.
MOMMA WHAT CAN I DO?
She sits, she waits...