She sat in the gloom of a night café
Lighting up for the millionth time
Oh how that smile would always betray
The pain of the passionate crimes.
He sat in the murk of an old dead bar
Lifting the glass for the millionth time
If only that beauty didn’t get so far
He shoulda never traded her for dimes.
Hair up with spray and perfume chains
She giggles to the faceless strangers
Outside, the sky is her eyes and rains
Why the hell does his memory linger?
Kicked out for a fight he stumbles along
Unshaven for days on end
His eyes well up at the sound of their song
He looked for that helping hand.
No matter how hard she played that night
That face wouldn’t change one bit
Clinging for a worthless cause so tight
After him she still feels like shit.
She could tease and please him all she wants
But his mind just wouldn’t stop
He remembers the way SHE used to flaunt
It was her he never shoulda dropped.
Lipstick is cheap, as well as that hose
So she leaves it and goes back home
On the counter, she sees his red rose
And its there she feels all alone.
He leaves for the box of 20’s he needs
Smoking em as quick as they came.
Buying a paper to sit down and read
All the words make him cry in shame.
Hands over her face, she sits in the kitchen
Pulling at a bottle of sweet brown gold
On the phone her sister is still bitchin
About all the men here are fucking cold.
He sits with his friend on an old park bench
Hearing the babble of comforting words
Still his heart beats achingly and still wrenched
Looking at the leaves that quietly stirred.
Relief for both will come ever soon?
Probably not before break
Sleeping alone, in empty rooms
Makes anyones heart fucking ache.