Friendless is the dawn And as forgiving as a lover wronged Her breath is cold as corpse fingers Clutching those, our final letters Every morning I open the box to your dead lust eyes Send me an empty page And I will mark it with a single smudged truth Though I prefer to type, it does not reveal me Friendless is the dawn And deceitful as a lover wronged Her heart is cold as the naked sheet The hatch slams shut Until tomorrow I do not touch the bills