Rosemary Letra

Tan lines and failed geography

Block of white-noise hiss
Box fans propped and the basement filled
Wheeling and dealing, J.S
You'll never get to be still

Baby's down on the bend
Laying around the cement stoop
Leaving me flowers and lead
Saying Ocracoke, Manteo, too

A timid debonair
Alms, almsgiver of the East End
Disintegrate, disappear
You'll never get to keep this

Nothing was easier than Rosemary
Back when your knees would buckle in for me
Pretty boys swinging from balconies
All those bottles landing at our feet

Now you work on the coast
Prepping beds and tucking strangers in
Hunt me down like a ghost
Calligraphy on letterhead

You know we came so close
Almsgiver of the East End

Nothing was easier than Rosemary
Back when your knees would buckle in for me
Pretty girls shuffling down Pritchard Street
Trying to climb onto those balconies

Nothing will keep you from remembering
What it once felt like under East End heat
Those summer nights you moved so willingly
But we saw only what we chose to see