Counting clocks in department stores,

Instead of watching the hours,

FLY by,

Has never amused me more.

And its three A.M.again,

and I close my eyes,

they open again because I am afraid to sleep,

To lose the traces of you,

that I cling on to,

because you're picture just isn't enough.

You're oh-so-clever,

and I love it,

but sometimes it scares me,

When I can see,

That instead of writing words,

that look similar to your name,

I write your name instead.

I am challenged with the notion,

that you love me no more,

I am challenged with the notion,

and I am cold, lying broken on the floor.