Sunset on Snohomish
Burn the tree line down
Hold my hopes underwater
Stand there and watch them drown
Fishing out their bodies
From the bathroom sink
Leave them in a bucket
Til they start to stink
I think I'll stay here
Til I feel whole again
I don't know when
Trout swim past the fishing lines
Sky gets dark and close
Cars start up and make
Their nightly exodus
On a picnic bench alone
Watch the sky[1] go dark
Dig my nails into my hands
Hope it leaves a mark
I think I'll stay here
Til I feel whole again
I don't know when