South Union

Lucky Boys Confusion

I left you in the morning,
Still drunk on melodrama.
You're so pretty, so natural,
But I have to salvage honor.
Down your spiral staircase,
The television I bought you.
Took a deep breath
Of your 'Endless Love' perfume.

The carnage that the storm left,
Six inches on the ground.
The south side of Chicago,
Stands eerily so sound.
I looked up at your window,
Hand out as if to touch you.
You used to be so perfect,
Why did I ever meet you?