The moon’s been following me all night
The little bastard just won’t give up
Tale-tell tears ‘neath Maybelline eyes
It was all my fault
Whether I want to admit it or not
The wind’s no longer whispering
(more)
It’s screaming for a reprise
I disappear within your name
And the rain drops on my windshield
Like tears in her empty glass
Yesterday’s here, but tomorrow’s already gone
We spend our time like loose change
Lost, forgotten
I’ve been promised forever so many times
At this point I should be immortal
A god of Third and Franklin
I watch a taxi cab slither its way up a rain soaked street
Like a blacktop anaconda
A concrete smile engulfs the night
It glistens with a shimmering metaphor
These winter skies are painted newsprint grey
A trail of petals leads to
Her trampled rose of a heart,
She loves me not,
She pulls a cigarette from her bag,
A lighter from her boot
And a thousand pigeons fall at her feet
(less)
