It's far more than I'd ever asked of you,
the worries sent from somewhere out of the blue.
No answers, no calls. . . nothing to calm myself.
Just sudden jerks of my own twitching heart.
For, it's far more than you'd ever seem to think -
Picking apart this life of mine, without you here tonight.
How the crazy neighbor, will cut me piece by piece,
or the fellow down the street, cause my heart to cease.
There's not much here tonight, but a lonely widow herself,
waiting for the return of the one she loved the most.
There's melting temptations of a sinful heart,
and they've so long, been waiting to escape this life.
There's just not much holding her back anymore,
so the escape route isn't a far hit from home. . .
It's two corners left, a few straight blocks followed by a right,
where she'll lay on the dirt of the freshly buried corpse
. . . for just another night.
