Things That Are Stuck

Raindrops on roses she keeps in a vase Lipstick collages that strangle my gaze Watching her sway as she paints the town red These are the things that are stuck in my head Dancing along to a song she invents Won't suffer fools if you stop making sense Tearing the room's expectation to shreds These are the things that are stuck in my head But slowly they're melting and cascading into my heart Shelving her boots in a spot by the door Cuddles her dog when he offers a paw Furrows her brow as she falls into bed These are the things that are stuck in my head But slowly they're melting and cascading into my heart They're fuel to the fire that burns this infernal affair And yet I bear Whispers a tale she conceals in her chest Breathes me a sin that she's never confessed Things that she did and the things that she said These are the things that are stuck