Alexander

"Right," he said to me As I held out my hand pointing at the broken TV He seemed out of touch And I was sad to see that, for I loved him so goddamn much Alexander Bright as dawn But misled like some poor sick cat off the lawn I tried to reach him once But he stood his ground so I turned around and we walked disconnected for months Alexander, alexander Tonight, I'll pack And in the cold cover of night, cursing him and chasing light, I'll dash No more to say We grew apart, he ate the spark, and it blew up in his beautiful face We grew apart, he ate the spark, and it blew up in his beautiful face Alexander, alexander