I’ve been leaving trinkets in the garden
Like dog tags of the time we spent dreaming
With rain drops rotting into earth as we
Lay there laughing with our fingers tied up

I’ve been leaving my mothers porcelain
On the front porch hoping someone takes it
So I can report it to the police
And tell them just how much it means to me

I’ve been leaving gold rings in the long grass
So when someone’s ball gets lost they’ll find them
Take them to their princess, build a castle
And sing until the high notes scrape the sky