Beer bottle black eyes haunt me
I’m getting followed by this crystallizing stare
What could those tinted windows see?
What I would give to not care
My feet keep moving
Tho he is but a step behind
Those nights I dance grooving
My waist, his blank fingered hands tend to find
And I let them
Because this life is my choice
I am not alone but I need a friend
That can grab my throat daintily and hear my voice
I do not feel loved in this life I lead
It narrows the eyes that are watching me
With him I have two souls to feed
My heart didn’t grow any sizes, it shrunk three
But now I feel beautiful more often
Almost alone but not lonely
I will see him in my coffin
Stuck with another I wouldn’t want to be
A certain cruel push drove me to those strong arms
I haven’t seen it myself
But I hear he can do damaging harm
Oh well,
If the pain goes away,
Does it matter that what’s left stays?