HOW utterly tragic...
you're falling out of love
at such an alarming RATE
winding in and out of your winter memories

too many ciggarettes on that straight-stretch of road
heater ^, windows \/
cold, but sweat rolls down your back

sure but ?unsure? friends not quite?
(more than lovers,
more than hidden)
less than loving
more than flirting..
it is, but it wasn't -reverse that-
rehearse this:
we kiss in the rAiN..
it's less than MuNdAne
then we cry
and she lies....

and one runs away
I haven't finished it yet,
I figured we'd ad-lib a bit
whether you take me back, and we dance to no music
or we curse at our love
(or the down fall of such)
and blame & "for shame"
thank GOD for these pills
makes much more of a THRILL
to zone out the rest now, dear, here's the test.

in this gun, i've got bullets
how many?
I know not.
Go on now, my darling
and take the first shot...

this
will
be
the
only
time,
your
last
chance
to B L O W M E A W A Y