A rose sits along a dry dusty sidewalk
Concealed by the strapping cement...

Slowly, it creeps in
Pouring in the heat...

Slippery, slimy, seaweed,
wiggling through the cracks of the sea...

Some days I think about it
About how one day it could happen...

Months have passed
Almost a year...

The last heart beat
Felt through this aching chest...

What happens when you find that one guy,
The one that's different...

Have you ever felt so strong
About that one special person...

Baring the bottle
I carried the hairy clydemious...

Trusting friends
And loyal hearts...

There you were
My closest friend...

Unworthy, useless
That's what I am to you...