A State of Temporary Bereavement

I picked a color long ago
To suit my tawdry tales of woe
And now it doesn’t fit

My friend who’s a fan of shades
Travelled to the Everglades
And asked if I’d come with

There’s no one I would rather see
He’s a special friend to me
But I feel I’d be leaving you behind

That’s the game of love and war
Choose a side you’re fighting for
And see if there’s a white flag to be raised

I know it’s not a fair assessment
But I can’t be asked to wrestle
with the colors of who you’ve now become

Cause you and I are not the same
And neither can be held to blame
It’s just the way the story has to end

Being here or being there
There’s no space for being where
I feel I should be

Loneliness is like a drink
You think you’re on the verge of sinking
when you take the sea

Inter-rooms are good for suckers
Feeling like they’re down on luck
And I’m not gonna drown in my own tears

I can’t ask you anymore
To be the one that I adore
Only when the time is right for me

So let’s just be…