Dear Kurt from Dear Kurt by Constant Reader

Dear Kurt, I've got something that I would like to tell you
I'm not sure you can hear, but I'll say it anyway
Sometimes I imagine that you're smiling down from heaven
Looking out for the children and the writers and the fools
You're probably talking to Jesus, asking all of the right questions
I hope you're writing it down as you smoke your cigarettes

Kurt, your voice still echos through the chambers of my stomach
It's almost as if you've become unstuck in time
But this clock on the wall ticks on like player pianos
As I dig through your words like staring into Bluebeard's vault
And your body is gone, but you can't die here in these pages
You're living with me, you climb the walls and sing me songs

Dear Kurt, you had something that you knew you had to tell us
You weren't sure we would hear, but you said it anyway
Sometimes I imagine that you're watching down from heaven
You're wishing that people would just love each other more
You're probably visiting Mark Twain, telling all your favorite stories
And you're laughing along as he tells another joke

• Acoustic
• bedroom folk
• folk
• indie
• indie folk
• kurt vonnegut
• singer-songwriter
• vonnegut
• Indiana