lyrics from one not musically inclined

in loneliness i linger

          like a latin lover’s lies

you probe me with your fingers

          and then softly say goodbye

i see such haunted faces

          when i’m walking down the street

two queens without three aces

          is an easy hand to beat

but eyes with passing glances

          tell me all i need to know

there are no second chances

          for a rose to bloom and grow

 

the barkeep knows my faces

          but he doesn’t know my name

i leave behind the traces

          of the cigarettes i’ve chained

and filter onto empty streets

          that faded long ago

it’s not the place that you would meet

          someone you’d like to know

i watch a raindrop masquerade

          amid flickering lights

your laughter was like marmalade

so sweet and tart and bright

 

i climb a darkened staircase

          in this really cheap motel

my banishment from heaven

          forced me to the depths of hell

i drink a lot of liquor here

          and sometimes at the bar

my thoughts would like to travel

          but they never can go far

cause all i ever think about

          or try hard to forget

the courts award half of the doubt

          and all of the regret

 

goodbyes are never reasons why

          the heartache woos a heart

you cannot see outside of we

          till we are far apart

and though i know illusion is

          my dish of humble pie

as long as i believed in us

          i had a reason why

 

but aftermaths of baseball bats

          swung in a china shop

is my illusions harvested

          from never planted crops

i watched you leave and still believed

          in hopes and dreams and love

if love can die then how can i

          ever be certain of

 

that any words i hear spoken

          carry eternal life

i’ll never heal when lies revealed

          cut like a butcher’s knife

and just because we think it’s so

          does not mean that it is

it just takes one simple goodbye

          and all we comprehend

 

is proven wrong and moved along

          and dismissed as naïve

heartaches are from attachments and

          the way that we perceive

and when we can correctly see

          our love was never real

you can’t lose what you didn’t have

          and so it’s no big deal

 

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