When she waved at me from the widow's watch, She planted the seed that cultivated the cause. Then she grew inside my brain just like A fetus, until i couldn't help but show. And one day, with breakfast on the stove i'll be sawing logs. On a fishhook holiday scored by sappy songs. just light the lantern, Lock the door, and go kiss them goodbye. Her skin is like sap and mine is tree Bark. she drips down from my trembling arms. If only she could be the Parker to my Barrow. She's the girl from the house up the hill. Because after all the things that i've been through, It's nice to know that i'll come home to you. "Someday they'll go down together. they'll bury them side by side." Can you come outside? will you come outside? Just in time for the holidays you Throw me a bone. (and i'm forever yours) There's no excuse now. We'll never come back and there'd be no more of your dad. There's no excuse not to aide and abet, and never regret.