My Last Picture Show

What did you just find?

That you’ve been forgotten and maligned

Like a pair of shoes never shined

How did that affect your mind?

She was always a little too high strung

Always afraid of being unsung

She wasn’t one to simply sit among

It all depended on how her fate was hung,

It seemed peace was slightly unobtainable

Like a flickering wax candle

Her emotions were quite uncontrollable

She seemed quite inconsolable,

Here I sit watching my life go by

Occasionally suppressing a tear run dry

Mostly failing to comply

Asking questions, but I didn’t mean to pry,

In the aftermath of failed love

It seemed like we fit like a glove

Somehow I fell from high above

Not the stuff dreams are made of,

Knocking at an ancient castle door

What do I always have to escape for?

Just trying to keep tears from having to pour

Why isn’t there joy anymore?

Time to escape into my dreams

Where nothing’s as bad as it seems

I no longer notice the muted screams

Remembering how she wore her blue jeans,

Within this darkest of nights

How badly I wish I could take flight

Perhaps death will hold me tight

Glistening with odd colored light,

Maybe I’ll come through

Oh the glint of autumn dew

Maybe I’ll forget about losing you

Then it will all be right on cue,

Were you my fatal blow?

No redeeming quality no seed to sow

All dressed up with no place to go

Were you my last picture show?