Honeysuckle

from by Penelope Houston

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Too late now
What's done is done
Too late to cry
She was thinking of a very cold man
who could open up her heart
like you'd open up a sardine can
She had left him on a very high shelf
where nobody could reach him
least of all herself
She was thinking of a very cruel man
Too late now
What's done is donev Too late to cry
Hadn't seen him in a very long time
she knew that he was trouble better left behind
Walked away from a garden gone to seed
entertaining every kind of weed
deadly nightshade growing serpentine
interlocked with honeysuckle vine
Remembering
days and nights and days we laid to waste
Remembering
secrets in your secret hiding place
Remembering
Too late now
What's done is done
Too late to cry
He'd been missing for a very long time
She sent a little card, said "Hope you're doing fine
Take a chance and open up this door
and be friends like we never were before"
And she hoped the memory would be kind
now she's choked by honeysuckle vine
Remembering
churchyards, graveyards, anybody's backyard too
Remembering
17 reasons why I couldn't live with you
Remembering
Poison oak and belladonna times
Remembering
Crushing all the honeysuckle vine

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from The Whole World, released January 4, 1993

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