Walking alone on this crowded street
On the way home from a lonely trip
Snow falling heavy and cold on my feet
The sky looking blacker, the stars unlit

Tears blurring my sight of the road ahead
Fast falling on white ice with every step
With nothing waiting but an empty bed
Your last words swirling inside my head

With a wistful smile I remember the time
You thought me as pretty and I thought you looked fine
So we wrote down a story that's now no more than lie
With flowers and hearts as our opening line

Playing soft ballads on your old scratched guitar
Sharing sweet secrets on rides in your car
Exchanging hot kisses as we slowly catch fire
Till I'm blind to everything but a deep, dark desire

Love is the name of one fine summer day
When among clouds of white you hid me away
And you tweaked on my strings without any restrain
Till I clawed at the sheets and cried out your name

Love is the name of your rigged dotted dice
Which turned this to games of sorries and lies
And hoping to find you I find this instead
Her clothes in your drawer, her perfume on your bed

Untying the ribbon that bound all your cards
And letters that told me that I had your heart
And watching them all burn along with my shame
Cause love's also the name of your sick dirty game

My friends always tell me to find someone new
But in every new face there are traces of you
I try not to drown to get back on my feet
But the sea where you tossed me was just way too deep

Months turn to years but I'm frozen in time
Still reading letter by letter, line by line
The story we wrote that's now no more than lie
With flowers and hearts as our opening line