for Charon*

row row row your boat
gently down the styx

you
make a
better *****
than a widow

you asked me
how long have you been here?
I told you
*count the magazines

I spent time with you
for the moments
not the memories

or was it the memories
not the moments
the heart is so deceitful

only one day away from you in a phone booth
two quarters just to say you are loved
three words I would not call to say *I love you

to someone like you I mean nothing
I was never something special like you
someone so special should mean something too
and you do
of course you do
you mean nothing too

wage ain't nothing but a number
and a four-letter word

VERSE
CHORUS

ENCORE
SECOND VERSE
SAME AS THE FIRST

nothing
just like you

I pull myself together long enough to put myself together
to altogether get there all alone
I pick myself apart at the party hoping they pick me for the part
nearly departed at the afterparty
upon a platter of platitudes they cast me as myself
I was miscast if you ask me
would have bought a locket if I wanted a cameo