I bought a rose from the guy at the traffic lights, but only for the thornnI pressed it as hard as I could into my palm as I rode across town to your placenA church bell rings like it's just going through the motions, kinda like me and my lifenIt's like I've always lived in mourning,nThough for what I couldn't saynnWhen you spoke your words tumbled through the air like tossed dice and lay there on the felt,nYou said The world is just the world, let's go buy pancakes from the princess nwith the mole on her cheeknSo I sulk over a lukewarm lunch served up by some Valkyrie,nAnd you all bracelets and suntanned arms and the street outside dissolving in sunlightnnWhen I used to wonder about how our lives would pan out it was always the two of us together,nBut I've known a long, long time you're seeing this married guy, and the thing is nit somehow just don't matternAnd when we fuck, it's like we're just hustling to come,nWe should've broke up maybe years agonAnd tonight you had a nosebleed on your white crêpe topnI said I'd miss you but you didn't answer