Staring at the empty kitchen
Where you used to stand; laughing
The last day that I saw you
Packing all your things

Karma's a *****, they say
Running around leaving regrets in her wake
As of today; a story told
Of a man who lost his armour
Lying dead on the marble floor -- cold

If the time is gold, like momma used to tell
I'll exchange them with all the dollars I have
For a man's heart to be broken and splintered
Because of a lady in a rusty armour
Was a feat to be lored upon; a fairy tale, perhaps

Tell her
That I'm here back where we used to be
With a bowl of cold soup
And untied shoes; on my knees
Begging for a place to be back to
Inside that armour that she broke into two