She’s gone now,
And all he has to
Look at is himself.
Wandering around
The new apartment,
Bumping into things.
No amount of anything
Makes it go away,
That voice.
He mutters something
To himself about
Being right.
She’s gone now,
And all he has to
Look at is himself.
Wandering around
The new apartment,
Bumping into things.
No amount of anything
Makes it go away,
That voice.
He mutters something
To himself about
Being right.