if,

you loved me
you'd send me out to sea
on a paddle boat raft
with a hole in the stern
a bucket and a silver bullet.
you'd let me drift
until i've lost sight of land.
and you would leave a note tied to the top of the highest sail,
and it would read,
"I love you and i've let you go,
and i'll scream it til your ears bleed.
you'll always have a friend in me."

and when we reunite,
we'll meet in the fur
on the back of a buffalo.
and there will be tears and laughter
and we'll smoke too much and not drink enough.
and we'll graze the midwest on a life-size map.
oh! let there be tears!
oh! let there be joy!
oh! let there be tears!
and let the record skip and repeat and scratch until all that's left is an unrecognizable heap of plastic.
and we'll bury our dead alive until they scrape at the roof of their coffins.