Slinking down the alleyway
Eyes withdrawn in vacant gaze
Mouth is closed as if to say the breath I drew was wasted words that day
Eyes are dry, my jacket’s wet
I light another cigarette
Rain falls down as if it lets the tears of angels wash away regrets
In a perfect world we’d both be dead
Ghosts of lovers and the things we said
Pass through the walls between us
Down to Hades from Mars and Venus
In that perfect world where we are dead
Lean against the iron fence
Pour a drink in recompense
Pour it over cold pale lips as if it aids the utterance of sense
To the crypt I slowly creep
Unfold the worn portrait I keep
I stare at it as if you lay there just the way I left you there to sleep
In a perfect world we’d both be dead
Ghosts of lovers and the things we said
Pass through the walls between us
Down to Hades from Mars and Venus
In that perfect world where we are dead
How can a lifeless heart forgive me
When I ripped it up so completely
I should have just walked away
I should have put down that blade
Love is gone now it’s dead
Buried in an alleygrave
In a perfect world we’d both be dead
Ghosts of lovers and the things we said
Pass through the walls between us
Down to Hades from Mars and Venus
In that perfect world where we are dead
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