Baton

Hail Mary
You’re conveniently buried this evening
Missed me dodging bullets
On a subject that is not worth repeating
I wish you were my mother and I wish you couldn’t hear
I wish these memory lanes promoted growth instead of fear
I wish I wasn’t forced to rob a grave to pull you near
Hail Mary
Here’s the new baton to pass in the relay
Between the bathhouse
And the colored mountains lining the freeway
I wish you were my lover with your hands in place of ears
I wish that co-dependence could sustain us through the years
I wish that wrecking fantasies could pass for a career
No one turn the light on, turn the light on in the morning
Someone turn the light, turn the light on in the morning
Somebody turn the light on
Hail Mary
Is this golden ticket all that you’ve left me?
For the therapist to pawn off and retire off the proceeds
I wish you were in person what you are in souvenirs
I wish I could remember if my last words were sincere
I wish I could construct a better song for you, my dear