Beautiful Disaster (Acoustic)

While waiting for you in earnest, I fell into a jagged sleep, woke up with my head in a quarry; and I am reminded of the beauty of our common disasters. It's guilt by association really, because I only have an academic connection to what is beautiful--exceptions include sleeping pills, low-lying fog and small and dependent mammals. When you walk through the door, I will have to say something about your decision to marry a man, take his name. Ink spots, different meanings in softer light or at an angle, which gives you entirely too much credit. But maybe I just really want you to walk through the door, or carry wet sand. Where'd you get that nasty bruise? "I sent away for it, you want one?"