Blood

I prayed to Mary
"please let his mother see
How much he means to me"
As we plan our brand new lives

How many days
Since you've been in this room?
Time passes so I can't keep track of the date
Yesterday felt like two days away
The distance between us now

Crickets sounds like tiny wedding bells
A broken water pipe across the street
The taste of orange popsicles
In the defeating summer heat

I prayed to Mary
"don't let his mother see
My mascara stained sheets"
As we hang them out to dry

How many days
Until we're bride and groom?
Times passes so I can't keep track of the date
Yesterday felt like two days away

All I asked for was that turquoise dog radio
Atop a 1957 kitchen table
And a bottle of white
And a bottle of red

Bottle of white
Bottle of red