You will cough up crows that peck my eyes 
And I will do nothing but go blind 
 
But my heart 
It has eyes 
And my love 
It has sight 
Even though 
It may be a little cloudy 
 
And you will break my back for all the burdens I lay upon it 
But I will never blame you for those bees inside this bonnet 
 
And my lungs 
Will grow cancers 
And my back it will grow achey 
I will buy us an acre 
Of some land in the city 
 
We could live there together or I'll live alone less happy 
But I'll live... Unfortunately