Sad Love
Stocking soda....
Rising from the cellar
With an unfinished coda.
Poor, possessed fella.
Rising from the cellar.
Watching for her,
Poor, possessed fella.
The world a spinning blur.
Watching for her,
Elvis knees, gut fails.
The world a spinning blur.
Down the block she sails.
Elvis knees, gut fails,
Forever chasing light.
Down the block she sails.
A firefly in flight
Forever chasing light,
Until a darkness done.
A firefly in flight.
A madness on the run.
Until a darkness done,
With an unfinished coda.
A madness on the run,
Stocking soda....
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