The aroma of, the aroma of your despair. You draw back from my trembling hand I say we were, we were the perfect pair. Cigarette smoke, make me a ghost not a man.
The way I sob, I sob to silent sound The speaker above telling me how to grieve. Bury me. Bury me in those coffee mounds! Murmur, mumbles, inaudible speech
But I can hear, I can hear all that you say Your lips curve like a crescent moon Falling from, falling from night into day. Curious eyes passing over this darkened room.
I can't, can't dive into another's conversation Her beauty cracks open. Spills As all I hear, all I hear is her ululation. I mourn the death of us; she killed.