In a little while from now If I'm not feeling any less sour I promise myself to treat myself And visit a nearby tower And climbing to the top Will throw myself off In an effort to make it clear to who- Ever what it's like when you're shattered Left standing in the lurch At a church Where people are saying: My God That's tough—She's stood him up! No point in us remaining We may as well go home As I did on my own Alone again, naturally
It seems to me that there are More hearts broken in the world That can't be mended left unattended What do we do? What do we do?
