you are the parking lot,

i can't forget, the friend i,

never meant to forgive.

a fiend that lost his head,

breathing, drinking to forget,

formally in love with a ghost,

an old home without hosts,

all in all, just a shade with no soul.

or a birthday basking in friends,

ending a life with no end,

sending love across states,

like a fool with no sense.

knowing no one can stand you,

giving up in the end.

or that star on your shoulder,

that could die and begin,

kissed against a headlight of friends.