These weeds fed into us And we'll feed into them someday. And all of our daughters will feel this same way: Sad to take up this space. Is it the way that you pick things up with your hands And put them back down, Or the way that you've watered the plants on our sill, Like rain hits the ground? And I can't believe you were once a stranger to me. It took a death in the mountains for me to notice you. Say you'll come back and steal all the sheets like you used to, Because I can't keep up this meandering around. And I can't believe you'd become a stranger to me. It took a death in the mountains for me to know you. All signs point to a tumor! All signs point into a future With you and me sitting on a rain cloud Batting planes around And watching them hit the ground!