He lived inside of his head
hiding behind music
politics and ****
It was a long lonely life
It was short really

She saw him sitting on a porch drunk
babbling about rock shows
trucks
and trailers and she forgot about
everyone else inside
and they talked for hours
...and they talked for hours....

They fell in lust and in love
and she bought a dump
and married him
They loved each other
but they didn't know why
they just didn't know why...

They sold the money pit
moved
and he changed jobs a couple times
but she was a career woman
and he was jumping jack on fire
and he couldn't sit still
He couldn't even sit still...

There were strangers in their house
It was scary and dark
He covered up for a long cold winter
and drowned himself in ales and stouts
and they stopped talking
they just stopped talking...

But the internet found him
and he found him too
then he found another drink for courage
and spilled his guts all over the floor
She pretended to clean them up
but she swept them under the rug
For six months she swept them under a rug...

Elephants and fermenting guts don't keep well
She pulled the rug up and danced all over him
riding the elephant
China closet catastrophe
So he moved out and she changed the locks
They signed a bunch of useless, expensive paper
Useless, expensive ******* paper...

He crumpled up ten years of marriage
She ignores his texts
They speak electronically
but the electricity is long gone
Not a spark left in the igniter
Just a long cold winter
Just another
long
cold
winter