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I smoked eight cigarettes waiting for you

Beside the courthouse, in the rain.

You got probation on that sodden summer Tuesday

And a criminal record you coudln't explain.

But you got off easy, I had to listen

As you sat in the car and broke like a child.

When times are bad vision's a tunnel,

Unlike the good, when one see's for miles.

We went to dinner, but you didn't eat,

Just stared at your plate that cool August night.

And every foible I carry within and without me

Was worth mentioning.  Such was my plight.

We drove home.  I resumed my chess game

Until you got up and knocked over the board.

I had been playing by mail a man locked up in jail

Who had just come back from the war.

I went to bed early without an, "I love you."

I tossed and turned under the covers all night

While you sat and flipped through the channels,

Talking to yourself inside your own mind.

Morning came, and you had taken off

Without a note, a peck, or a spoken goodbye.

I never again saw your caramel face.

I tipped my king piece, and resigned.

If you must kill yourself to start again

I can forget I was the apple of your eye.

Say I'm a bad influence if you must,

But never, never say I didn't try.

I was bewildered by our reckoning,

And as the days pass, I grow more sincere.

It's a lonely, cold kind of healing.

I've been disrobed when I was King Lear.

And it's a fall which leaves a scar

On the inner recesses of my soul.

You are the one who left without warning.

I can't turn the hurt into gold.

I go to dinner, but I just have coffee.

I've lost my yearning for sex.

When friends ask, What is your problem?

I mutter something faint about my ex.

Not to overstate it, but I miss you.

I don't even get to kiss you.

There's a suit in the kitchen where you curled yoru hair

And a man taking out garbage full of despair.

There's a cat in the window, but the light is off.

The livingroom's a mess and the clock has stopped.

The linen is folded and the rest's on the line

But there's only one jacket and a single necktie...

If you must kill yourself to start again

I can forget I was the apple of your eye.

Say I'm a bad influence if you must,

But never, ever say I didn't try.