WIDOW

WIDOW
10/14/98

To make a widow of the day
I feel my colors fade
To be a figure in a crowd
You never wear anything loud
I feel my edges start to round
What was sharp ain’t so profound
To make a widow of the day
I can’t explain
I went away

I know to go from here
But here I stay

To make a martyr of your loss
So you accentuate the cost
To be a figure in the game
But only let them use your name
You know to bend and not to break
And flex to get the shit you take
To make a martyr of the loss
I can’t explain
I’m not the boss

I know to go from here
But here I stay