Love was too messy for you:
It can't be categorized, you think it can.
And when you fail, I am to blame.
So I'm gone and you won't get me back,
No matter how neat or systematic you are.
Your way was always the only way.

The summer grass outside your house,
Boiling a dreamlike green,
It will always be a specific height.
Your shirts in the closet,
white with white, blue with blue;
And so on, shoes eternally shined.

You always cover your mouth
When you yawn
While I talk.