Everybody dies but not everybody lives.
In Polaroids you were dressed in
women's clothes
Were you made ashamed,
why'd you lock them in a drawer?
I don't think that I ever loved you more
Then when you turned away
When you slammed the door
When you stole the car
And drove towards Mexico
And you wrote bad checks
Just to fill your arm
I was young enough, I still believed in war
Got the balls to say it?
Dear Lyndsey,
