• Where are you now
    Facing the morning,
    It’s haze of strong violet
    Triumphing over the night?

    You crawled out of bed
    With fire in your eyes,
    Ready to walk off
    Sleep and sorrow and drink.

    Where are your dreams,
    Your youth and your will,
    Now smothered in red waters like the bay
    Leaves you used for his cooking?

    He left you for another’s bed,
    And you crumbled
    Into the backseat of my car,
    Weeping for lost love
    That was never love at all.