Smokey (demo) Red House Painters

I'm broken down
You caved my karma in
I'm staying up
Waiting for you like a fool

You made me forget
About all the dreams I kept
I keep your glass here (hand?)
By the bed we slept

I can't erase your smokey eyes
Your smothered face
Gripping on my waist
Leaving a ghost
Upon the Oregon Coast

And on the floors
Of a crashes porch (??)

Who can pretend
That there's a beginning without an end?
It ain't contrived
All this magic in our lives
Comes down like a storm
Then drizzles then dies