It’s been a long time sugar.
How’s life without me?
Does he treat you better than me?
Are his lips softer than mine?
What happened to those years?
Do we pack them in a box,
Fed Ex them to a black hole
in the space we once occupied?
It’s all muddled fog now
those dancing eyes still
make me cry for what I’ve done.
I gave you up for a song I never sing.
You have traveled roads unknown
I have seen the hang man’s noose
all too often, one war after another.
Be happy my love, stay warm, you’ll need your mittens.