That night, I drank more than the piano
I drank the piano under the stool
you sat down next to me,God knows why,
the place was empty.
But I obliged your choice & asked you for a cigarette
none the less & all the same- for your trouble.

As we talked, you squaked, but I was all yours,
and as you spoke and I stared at the wall,
just to the left of your left eye
I told you all about Edward laine, my alter ego
and you seemed to get on just fine.

When our night was over, you added my name to your list
and wrapped yourself up in my broken arms.
...and I knew on day one that day two would never be
'*** with you all chichi and me just me,
we could never be, could we?