This one’s untitled. And I have no idea . . .
So another star learned to say, “I love you.”
So two more people fell into the heat
So magic feelings brought them together
And the credits rise across the screen.
But the love child has to keep on growing
His teeth tear through the ground of his mouth
And he doesn’t understand except to cry
The raw screams of growing fill the house
And love’s leaves fall to the cold, cold ground
And the trees stand naked reaching for the sun
Because August didn’t say that January
Maybe it wasn’t finished? I dunno.