Mary

Mary writes apologies for all the things she cut in two

And Mary doesn't like to read, she'd rather sit and speak at you

Dance along the dotted lines to see where you have been

Weep yourself a winning streak to crawl back in

Cause Mary casts such spells in her sleep

Falling on footprints in the sand

Puddles are born as she weeps

Carefully collected in little hands

Mary keeps a pocket watch to ponder every ticking hand

And Mary seals an envelope debating over where it'll land