YOU LEFT PIECES OF NOON SCATTERED ON THE TABLE
WHILE I WAITED
WHAT A MESS YOU HAVE MADE, LEAVING THIS GENERATION MUTILATED, DISCTRACTED
AND IRREVERENT
YOU LEFT PIECES OF THREE O' CLOCK ON THE FLOOR
WHILE I SLEPT
WHAT A MESS YOU HAVE MADE, LEAVING US DISCONNECTED, NAKED
I LEFT PIECES OF MIDNIGHT ON THE DRIVEWAY
WHILE YOU CRIED
WHAT A MESS I MADE, STAYING TOO LONG, LEAVING MYSELF EMPTY, HURT
AND LIFELESS
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