Another old untitled song rip...

And he came to a door
and he looked inside
to his mild surprise
what did he see,
but a glass pitcher
with a reflection of me
he turned ever so quickly
but too late to see
the vision for which
he had hoped and prayed
she just wasn't there

She couldn't have stayed
it was yet another
fantasy which his
mind had made
he cried at night
though it was more in fright
and terror
not for the loss of his lover

When she said she must leave
he just couldn't believe
he argued and reasoned,
she just walked out the door
so much for that special season
she left behind a photograph
and a diamond ring
she just couldn't take it anymore

Though he loved her
with all his heart
as did she
things were so bad,
she didn't know where to start
the lying and fighting
the crying and betrayal
just never seemed to end
there was no flower to send
no broken heart to mend
it was over the love was lost
as though the trash
had been tossed
he wasn't ready
and neither was she
she knew and so did he
but to admit it had always been
a travesty

She did
he didn't like it
he swore he'd change
no more skanky friends over
looking as though they had mange
he'd house break Rover
he'd never lie
and never drink
all he wanted to do was talk
and think

It's too late
we must move on
why and why and why
I hate you so much
even your toenails stink
It's for the best
I promise, I think
good-by and don't worry

Out this door she went
he yelled I'm sorry
too late
no more
he started to follow after
then deep in his soul
came a howling laughter
he was scared
of demons or Satan
but realized that
with this girl he
should not be matin'
He'd be o.k.
at that point he knew
though today
he's still oh-so-blue
comes home everyday
with a hope of a dream
that things will return
to that way
with her in his arms

But she's not
and he'll be o.k.
just as soon as these
damn feelings go away
he still hurts inside
even thought of turning gay
but tonight he's got a date
with a fine young Philly
who'll just do it to him again
but for now, that's alright
no matter how silly
he likes his sin
even if he doesn't every night
time is healing

But so is that sexual feeling
he's happy
or will be soon
and that's all that matters
let the day come
when something else matters,
he tries to think
but the message just isn't
getting through
to deep inside
for now he'll just keep on
looking inside
that door he sees
'cause that's how it works
no special quirks he'll go on
and so will she
It's the way it has to be