I bought a rose from the guy at the traffic-lights, but 
only for the thorn. I pressed it as hard as 
I could into my palm as I rode across town to your place. 
A church bell rings like it’s just going 
through the motions, kind of like me and my life. It’s 
like I’ve always lived in mourning,
Though for what I couldn’t say….
When you spoke your words tumbled through the air like 
tossed dice and lay there on the felt,
You said ‘The world is just the world, let’s go buy 
pancakes from the princess 
with the mole on her cheek’. 
So I sulk over a lukewarm lunch served up by some 
Valkyrie,
And you all bracelets and suntanned arms and the street 
outside dissolving in sunlight….
When I used to wonder about how our lives would pan out 
it was always the two of us together,
But I’ve known a long, long time you’re seeing this 
married guy, and the thing is 
it somehow just don’t matter. And when we f*ck it’s like 
we’re just hustling to come,
We should’ve broke up maybe years ago. And tonight you 
had a nosebleed on your white crêpe top
I said I’d miss you but you didn’t answer …..