tonight you are crying
i am happy and i am free
but i might as well be dying
because i feel so guilty

this girl, she is only young
life is still planned out
she drew the plan –
with her favourite crayons

i need to be warm
because sometimes it is a little cold

you beautiful thing
why do you hang there
why do you not decide
to hang here instead

and i am afraid to stare
because it might reveal my sad lust
i hope my charm gleams like metal
but i fear it is riddled with rust

every day is a bonus
i told you that everyday
that is all it is, a bonus
and it should be lived accordingly

i did not leave you for anybody else
i left for no beauty
i left you for myself
nobody, just myself

get down
get up
a never ending circle
where you can chase your own tail

in these lonely days –
that force us –
to count the hours

lost out
but caught in the lights –
that dazzle us all