I Just Stepped Out To Dry

There's a post
A long, tired ghost
Funny and verbose
Like the lengths I tear into

When thighs
And heat remind my eyes
The fleeting message aside
The coroner's gotta die
Sometime

Author in a ship
S.O.S.
Barrel off the hip
And in your chest
We couldn't find the script
So we made up the rest
It was all for the best

Composed
And mother's getting old
Retiring to the fold
You always knew she would

Tired goals
The anchor at the dock
Interrogated hearts
I just don't wanna talk
Sometimes

Author in a ship
S.O.S.
Barrel off the hip
And in your chest
We couldn't find the script
So we made up the rest
It was all for the best