THE DISMEMBERMENT PLAN

the luminous arc of a lover's shoulder
backlit by the moon
the sudden shock of too loud laughter
like a forgotten favorite tune
if i dont ever think about these things again
oh it would be too soon

The knowing ache of clawmarks on your back
that no one can recall
the hours spent out on your front porch
doing nothing, nothing, nothing at all, yeah

if i can somehow lose all memory of these things
oh i wouldn't mind at all, at all, at all
'cause it's the first anniversary of your last phonecall
i can never think about these things again

the pressure of breasts against the rib cage
as we huddled against the cold
the smell of your sheets
as we drifted off to sleep
burying down the folds, yeah

if i had just one wish, oh, i know what it would be
i would be left alone, alone, alone
'cause it's the first anniversary of your last phonecall
and sometimes i really amaze myself, yeah yeah
well it's the first anniversary of your last phonecall
i'll never think about these things again

it's not the way it's supposed to be
i can't think about these things forever
so i crawl back into my bed,
shut off the lights, i close my eyes
and drift away and just think

well it's the first anniversary
of your last phonecall
i can never think about these things again
well it's the first anniversary
of your last phonecall
i can never think about these things again