I left you in the morning
Still drunk on melodrama
You're 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 perfume
The carnage that the storm left
Six inches on the ground
The south side 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 meet you?