i love you baby but i know you don't understand, when the good
Lord made me, he made me sad.  the best i've felt in my whole
life is when i was in your hands, but you deserve better than
what i have to give.  we slept under your mother's quilt and
drew pictures on papers bags of birds we'd seen in Tennessee the
time we lost our map.  but there's bears in the balcony in the
drunken dream i had.  they climbed up there, they came for me
and left only the whiskey glass.  i love you baby but i know you
don't understand, when the highway takes me i ain't coming
back.  the best i've slept in a long time is when i was in your bed,
but tonight i'll whisper goodbye as you lay there.  if they send
the wolves, i'll join the wolves, and i'll return someday with my
teeth sharper and my blood hotter.  i'll be the dog by your grave,
with a hanging tongue and a rib cage and a chewed up tail,
howling on my last exhale, "an army of lovers cannot fail."