we're just sliding down slick streets

driving toward the lights

over the curbs and through the streets that used to be yours

and i guess they

still are.

we're dying

just suiciding

to be loved

screaming our lungs out for our

dead lovers and deader songs

hope and pray for blank screens to become

technicolor when your voice fills up

the speaker.

we pass your house

your car is gone


dead again

but i looked in your window

and i see

you left the light on

and maybe

just maybe

you left it for me.