Red is floating covered in the the perfume she stole from the store
The night drips into the drain where the sad man sleeps
The last words held the second hand on the clock until it stopped
I felt ripped off
Finally the bulb burnt out and she got some sleep
The sound drenched and late slipped into a mad mans mind
A landing strip you created for the crash
Who new some things never dry
They just stand behind windows and pretend you cant see them