I left you in the morning
Still drunk on melodrama
Your so pretty, so natural
But i had to salvage honor
Down your spiral staircase
The television i bought you
Took a deep breath
Of your endless love prefume
The carnage that the storm left
Six inches on the ground
The southside of chicago
Stands eerily so sound
I looked up at your window
Hand out as if to touch you
You used to be so perfect
Why did i ever met you