Title says it all.
Now that you're alone again,
Rest your pleasure on some stranger's bed;
You're getting prettier, Baby, but not sweet again, today.
Don't waste your breath on undead sonnets,
Because words are sexier than cowards;
And your heart will choke if you swallow.
Awaken to what digs deepest,
Lips crack and bones ache for some longing;
Blood is seeping fast, Darling, but not fast enough.
Don't waste your patience on nothing left,
Because it's the meaning of some life;
And your irony will justify if you keep from falling.
Now that you're alone again;
Lie your restless song in some stranger's grave.
You're getting warmer, Love, but not alive again, today.