Now that I'm aloneI feel the lonely brokennessOf all the wicked avenues I've ever sold my love onAll these moments of meekness and trembling subsidedI'm the outright abandon of this orphan childHome is on the highway living on soft bread and solaceI guess I'm waiting for nightfall or a solar eclipseAnd to wake up half emptyOnly to be filled again with mourningHe's my evil shadow doveMy black PalamitoCan't break him like a diamond skullI can't seem to do soCan't just rob him out like theMob used to do solike memories of porno and tearstainsAnd tobacco O it's a mini disastroBigger than the ice age don't know if baby dinosaursMaybe could live through it, like Indians and butterfliesWhat's crushed is my spirit, Oh I fear it is too fragileLike fall leaves burn like paper.
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