Sarah Could Have Died

It was a typical November, drunk and depressed I was overtired and underdressed She asked me if I ever felt cold She had vintage outfits and crushing debt A high regard for her intellect She asked me why everything gold Loses a little luster with a little rain How statues, once mighty, turn a shallow green She asked me if I ever felt old I took her hostage when I took her hand She had legitimate prescriptions on her doctor's plan She warned me that they weren't that strong But if you take two or three then they'll be good enough And if you take six or seven then they'll be good enough And if you take ten or twenty then they're never enough The wind blew in from the arctic shelf I was inside with somebody else I knew it but I didn't feel Didn't feel wrong Sarah could have died in Connecticut With her Japanese dress turning white and wet She asked me if I ever felt cold You have games like a child, you know how to win them I have wheels like a car, you know how to spin them You have teeth like a shark, you know how to shine them I have blood on my hands, you know how to bind them