Another night alone,
another empty bottle and
another ****** poem.
Another pack of cigarettes,
another finished bowl.
Another way to deal with it,
another line of blow.

I lost my heart,
have you seen it?
I set it down so often it got easier to leave it.
If you find it,
would you keep it?
It's a hardy little ***** despite the minor leakage.
A bit of thread,
perhaps a needle?
Really I think a little love is all that's needed.

You had your chance
I gave you time
You gave me rhyme
I went away
You didn't ask me to stay
I found someone new
He is someone you knew
He's been my friend
Loved me till the end
Now I love him too
And I'm over you