Margaret’s “Matchsticks”

The splattered pattern of the blood of the lamb I want to know and understand Why you look so good when you leave me to dance? The shatter was sticky it felt like glue I wanted to type but was high and doomed It's only at these moments that I think of you Chelsea, how's Chicago? Or are you in Mexico? Chelsea, where'd you go? The scattered ashes and the crumbs on the pan Can't count the sum but I can track the plan Don't tell me I look dumb when I'm too drunk to stand The clatter of the landlady as she cleans her room Told me "there's only guns for fools" That woman Lysette, she was asking about you Chelsea, how was I to know? What it takes to keep each other alone? Chelsea, where'd you go? Chelsea, how was I to know? Am I supposed to die alone? Chelsea, where'd you go?