She sang so sweetly, what might've been a singin' telegram long ago, now she's weepin' with her words leakin' all over my pillow. Like nothing no one's ever heard before, a sobbing score to the film we directed with our fingertips, pushing aside the disinterested and forth we go from the belts that hold us to the promises we made never meaning to keep.
      It's kept, his hair, his beard... his teeth. She reminds him even when he's asleep, and he listens through the dreams of other women touching his tongue. Like a lightening bolt, it struck him that we didn't have to be here. But even when the path's been cleared and cleaned and cooled, ain't nothin' but heat we're firein' back to each remark pulled out of a hat full of sad assumptions and lacking depths - like a photo opportunity missed, he struck a chord of remembrance that - oh, she didn't wanna feel.
      And even though we reached the hospital, this ain't gonna heal. Now, I never planned a death of mine I didn't wanna die for. And it never ever existed in this fog of grated wandering-woes. Scars map the history of a person's deepest regrets, and thanks to all you've taught me, now I know when not to be placin' my bets. If she ain't winnin', he ain't stayin'.

       And he ain't stayin' long.