solitude in the key of g


sitting alone i sit
across from you sitting alone
you read and i write
you eat while i drink
in solitude in the key of g
and i look to you only long enough to see the forshadow of you looking at me
to see the shadow cast by my turning away
i wish i could scatter this broken heart to the floor
and stamp it out like an exhausted cigarette
that you would join me for dessert
a fantasy dipped in chocolate soaked in rum and enraptured in flame
if only for a moment more
solitude in the key of g
tragedy today is entrenched in our control
yet control is what drives us insane
don't lose it or you may never get away from it
but alas fantasy prevents telepathy
in solitude in the key of g