By Morning
Tessa Rose Jackson
Oh, don't lean closer now
The hands of ire around my throat have found
A way to make me singe the berried vine
Oh, I, me, mine, the curse
Provoked by vanity, no honest word
Can come from it, I know, so let me lie
From the corners of the bedroom to the kitchen floor
We could stain the carmine carpet like the couples before us
But I don't think we'll feel the way we feel at all
By morning
Oh, black wave overhead
I let it break above my heart again
The water has a way of slipping through
Oh, forgive this part of me
I haven't felt this way since '23
And I'm struggling to wing the way you do
'Cause it took a while to see it, but the orchard's in bloom
And the apple doesn't fall too far out from the root
Don't believe a word I say, I'll make it all untrue
By morning
I'm a solar-powered thinker with the Sun in my veins
Guess I carry fuel around with me until the light wanes
Just promise to be patient, I'll turn whole again
By morning