the tears fell like stock brokers from their windows,
the steering wheel was slick and uncertain,
my right hand pulled the car right,
my left hand pulled the car left,
so i went on swerving home from her house...

i felt like a blind man in a well lit room,
and everyone around me gave direction
with their shoves and jeers/

yes, i felt like dying that day,
like i needed a cliff to drive off,
and maybe in the clouds
catch a glimpse of heaven,
like the one i left behind/

i had grown discontent with myself,
so i grew discontent with her,
my heart had been broken long before hers,
but she had no way of knowing,
and for our short time together,
her ignorance was her bliss.