The Black Line

There’s a black hole
in the highway
It hurts my head to hit it every day
But it’s just too small
so they won’t come
to fill it in and make it smooth again

I can’t help it
but it bothers me

There’s a black mark
on my white dress
I don’t think it will ever fade away
And it wears me down
and I wonder
what would ever make it white again

I can’t help it
but it bothers me


There’s a black line
on my front door
It stayed there when the water went away
And it won’t come off
even though I
have tried and tried to make it clean again

I can’t help it
but it bothers me

There’s a black hole
in my memory
of how it feels to get away from pain
But I can’t go back
and there’s nothing
to fill my soul and make it whole again

I can’t help it
but it bothers me