Here comes the sidewalk boss again. Telling me how I can't cave in. That I'm a study in black. Need a pat on the back. I look up and smile. A picture of dissatisfaction.
The ghost of your smile is always looking. For new bodies to haunt. And its been here and disappeared. It's hanging around aloofly for a while. Gradually gone.
Her hand on his arm is that charm around her neck. Strung out again, call in some friends trying to cash a check. 'Cause I've been dumb that's what you've come to expect.