monday i drifted away
with some coffee to keep me awake
and you saw new york one final time
as this credit card shut up your eyes.
tuesday i woke with the dawn
and put my old wedding ring on.
she said, "time is a fickle mistress.
you can drink, but you'll never fool it."
and i am invisible to you.
all on my own, what can i do?
southbound is heaven, the city of sin.
wednesday i hung from a tree
hoping that you'd notice me,
that you'd bathe all my wounds in your tears
and shower me with sympathy.
thursday was harder to take
with these pills piled high on my plate,
so i swallowed each one in a haste.
in a cascade of light, i was saved.
i am invisible to you.
all on my own, what can i do?
southbound is heaven, the city of sin.
she says, "i'm sorry, my darling.
time stole the joy we were hiding.
i am in love and this baby is yours."
and i don't wanna live in this light.
let your darkness just cover my eyes.
and i'm trying to get myself clean,
but it's all i can do to just scream.