The Doctor said, “Just sit down son,
The tests all say your heart is broken.
It’ll keep you out the service,
And we’ll get you special license plates.
Just take a few of these — a pint of this,
Remember, please refrain from smokin’.
And here’s a card that’s sure to get you,
All the broken hearted hotel rates.”
At the intersect of Down and Out,
The street lamps hum a lullaby for losers.
Gently rockin’ to the rhythm of the rustlin’
Of brown paper wine.
I tried to look ’em in the eyes,
But it seemed like meetin’ my accusers.
So I just shuffled off into the night,
And lost my broken-hearted mind.
If I could just erase the tapes,
That play your voice whisperin’ my name sweetly.
Then I could listen to the thousand times,
You sweetly filled my ears with lies.
I’d like to sing a little eulogy,
And let the whole thing die discretely.
But I keep playin’ back the same old scene,
The night I saw my children in your eyes.
Well they brought me to the hospital,
But nothing could be done to save me.
So I just passed away into the night,
In my suit of transparency.
Well I partly wanna haunt you,
For this lousy broken heart you gave me.
But I’d only be ignored–
You always could see through the saint in me.
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