I've been stranded on a lonely street. Got lost in the shadows. Fell hard in the battle. The choirs and the suffering. I walked through the darkness. Left broken and heartless.
Some chickens crossed the road. Straying far from the hen. Five reached the side one step below zen. One was a female four were mad men. Who moved on moved on moved on.
Sunday dress hanging on the bedroom door. Empty bottle of wine on the hardwood floor. Last night, he said, she was the one. Oh, but men and mascara always run.
If tomorrow we won't even remember. How we started, who was right and who was wrong. If this fire will be burned down to an ember. Before too long. . If the morning's gonna turn it into history.