You broke me bodily
the heart ain't the half of it
and i'll never learn to laugh at it
in my good natured way
in fact i'm laughing less in general
but i learned a lot at my own funeral
and i knew you'd be the death of me
so i guess that's the price i pay
I'm trying to make new memories
in cities where we fell in love
my head just barely above
the darkest water i've ever known
you had me in that cage
you had me jumpin through those hoops for you
still, i think i'd stoop for you
stoop for your eyes alone
From that bomb shell moon in yet another lovely dress
to the deep mahogany sheen of a roach
i am trying to take an appreciative approach
to life in your wake
i focus on the quiet now
and occasionally i'll fall asleep somehow
and emptiness has its solace
in that there's nothing left to take