I don’t like the photographs
I don’t like the cd case
I don’t like the cigarette smoke

I don’t like the Super 8
I don’t like the dinner buffet
I don’t like the speaker phone,
My voice, an echo across the room

For the girl in the background
Making racket, I can hear her
As you’re cutting all the fat away
from your steak, she drinks your beer

Happy Anniversary
Nobody knows but me
Just how messed up we were
Those few months before the war

If I knew then, what I know now
I would’ve taken scissors and cut you right out
Kept the picture of me smiling by myself
All of the shadows on the grass are lovely
When you’re fading to the background

I don’t like the symmetry of the patterns
in the wallpaper
you said these things don’t last forever
how does that make this feel better

I don’t like abbreviations
In the letters that you wrote me
Everyone knows love is short,
Forgetting takes eternity