Loss was quick
Like someone had planned it
An autumn long streak
That carries the weight of today
Of a bedridden boy
A sharp dressed chick
With a hair of berries
Is constantly there
But she's not really looking the same
Oh how wrong
Lust is a prick
But I love every moment
I gather my things
And throw them every which way
A spark, a dim
A track goes clicking
And housemates move away
The dust is so thick
I let it all settle
And it probably sticks
'Cause it knows it'll be back some day