Alone can't be right...
It sounds like too harsh of a word
For this
How about
Dreaming?
Or waiting?
Karma?
Or an act of god?
The women are out there
Walking circles in grocery stores
Staring into bar bathroom mirrors
Wearing white dresses with
Blue roses
Smiling
Smelling of lavender
High heel steps combusting like
Matches
As they scrape against the filthy
Streets
Bodies shining like moonlight reflecting
off the blade of a butcher
The women are out there
Tonight there's two right outside
Smoking from a pipe in the alley
Talking louder than my radio
"He was like 'Please baby, we can make it work', I was like 'Nah fool! You been creepin!'"
"Ah my gah, that fools drama... COUGH COUGH"
"**** girl, imma fine me a new manCOUGH tonight!
**** that fool!"
"Aye! YOU gotta do YOU girl!"
The women are out there
They're right outside my window
Waiting
And tonight
That's close enough
For me