Another Friday night Spent in the overbearing solitude of his one bedroom apartment Where is she? Her ghost sleeps peacefully in his bed Whilst maniacal thoughts and whiskey feed his insomnia Where is she? The city bustles three stories below Ordinary folk carry out their pleasant endeavors How could they be so happy When he is on his last leg Struggling for survival Struggling for meaning Desperately wanting anything Where is the girl Who rocked his universe By whispering into his ear Those three maddeningly beautiful words Where is the girl Who listened to records with him On Sunday afternoons Just after making love in the late morning Where is the devil Who savagely stole his heart The cold injustice of the world Quickly washes over him
Don't care if you love it or hate it. I do, however ask, that you give your 100 percent honest opinion.
