They who cheer your coronation
Are they who cheer your execution.
I think I'll call them friends.

They who weep for your wedding night
Will weep with news of this ungodly plight.
I know they are my family.

I've been hurt before by love
But fly off and away like a dove.
The sting goes away
With each passing day,
But when once I was young
And first learned love stung...
That pain is here to stay.

If I died tonight
Alone
Away
Without the one who stayed.
If I live tonight
Popular
Partying
I would never be the same.
I won't live
For another's sake.
Tonight's the night
My heart shall break.

Do not be a cat.
Cats get burned by cold stove lids.
After hot lids sting.

I live in the fantasy of my mind's devising
The universe of my newest rising.
Though fogbanks often cloud the view
Of the place I fell in love with you.

I sat before an empty plain
My life laid out and bare,
Excepting all my misfortunes,
Hidden I know not where.

Looking back on these odd times
Which are gone so quick and deft,
My life was filled with happiness
Compared to what I've left.

My world was never going to end;
I still remain in Dover,
Though I know that this can never last;
I'll miss it when it's over.

Being a bridge is a thankless job;
For no one really cares
That here I gave my life away
That they might lighten theirs.