He lived in words He lived in quiet solitude He spent his days With a little dog named Napoleon It'd be easy to explain it away To say that he had just snapped But it was more like the ocean The waves just wearing him away He liked to look out the window Watch the birds pecking at the earth He was partial to prose He was a sucker for a romantic verse They praised him as a sensitive boy Maybe he just cried too much She was the only one who ever Looked him in the eye He wore her heart on his sleeve Their bloodlines forever entwined He carved her name across his bare chest He's the butcher poet of Jug Handle Hill He lived in words Words that were screaming in his head He liked the quiet monotony Cutting meat down at the store Everyday that he passes her house He's draining out like an hourglass More like a pen Scratching paper till the ink was all gone He wore her heart on his sleeve Their bloodlines forever entwined He carved her name across his bare chest He's the butcher poet of Jug Handle Hill He liked to look in her window See her dancing across her room He sent her words Scribbled down on his butcher paper Then one night he stepped out of the shadows He came knocking right up at her door She was the only one Who ever looked him in the eye He wore her heart on his sleeve Their bloodlines forever entwined He carved her name across his bare chest He's the butcher poet of Jug Handle Hill He lived in words Her words calmed his scattered mind She loved his words She was a sucker for romantic verse
