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Living like a crook in parking lots |
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Trying to get my thoughts into jars |
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Labeled A through Z |
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for a systematic analysis |
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And we are two vagrants |
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on a train through the midwest |
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And I'm connected to you |
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By tendons, bones, and veins |
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What a mess |
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It's getting colder now |
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and your soft red sweater |
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calls my name out loud |
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It's not over 'til it's over |
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and I can't go through with it |
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You never knew |
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for the longest time |
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you were on my mind |
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And I'm finally through |
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wasting all your time |
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God it's been rough these past few weeks |
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My room is a mess and the ceiling leaks |
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I shouldn't have dragged you into this |
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Doomed love affair |
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Fluorescent shopping malls at night |
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and I missed your 3AM phone calls |
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Since you left I left broken glass |
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on the floor and I cut myself |
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And blood just knows |
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how to get through |
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the veins to the heart |
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And so it goes |
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It all seemed preordained |
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from the start |
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Life disappears in the wind like smoke |
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My room is a mess and the mirror broke |
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I shouldn't have dragged you into this |
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Doomed love affair |
