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 fuck 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 crepe top
I said I'd miss you but you didn't answer