Ten Kills the Pack - Dog Eared Lyrics

Dog eared the page that you liked
Now an elegy but once described
The way you saw me through those eyes
(those dimes worth a million to mine.)
And that poem ranks first, second to yours of course
(which lives hidden in my third drawer.)

Partly because, your words of choice.
And partly because, I can hear your voice say them.

And I know it’s been rough.
(Pages your fingers brush.
Nose in the spine inhaling the years
of time it hasn’t spoken to you.)
Well alright, stop making the things in my room cry.
Stop making the things in my room cry all the night.

Partly because, your words of choice.
And partly because, I can hear your voice say them.

And it begins to seem like
All the works of words
In the world so deprived
of an inspiration so hidden from sight
That could’ve never been missed by me
Those sonnets that fell through your mouth
Are still echoing.