You’re there popping your pills,
Mourning ritual habitual
Stem the overkills
You knock ‘em back like candy
I say you gone too far
You say «stop acting like you give a shit»
And you grab your pink guitar
So, You’re naked on the sofa
With your pink guitar,
Strumming out your dead bar blues,
(You got) Menopausal mourning
(An) Afterlife lament,
You sing «There’s nothing left,
And, nothing to lose.»
I’m just so tired of you now
And you’re sick of me to
We’ve gone from love to hate, to drifting through.
There was a once upon a time
We were partners in crime
What was ours, was yours, was mine
So I’m leaving this place
That we once called home,
(Oh) Where my heart don’t lie no more,
You gotta listen to your heart
‘Cos your heart never lies
That’s the, beatin’ truth for sure
And now I’m drifting
No fixed abode
Following my heart
Down this broken road,
This sure ain’t tripping
This ain’t no movie too
You’re road running in my head
Can’t run back to you
Now I’m sittin in a bar
In a town with no name
Or a name I can’t remember,
Been driving day an’ night
I can’t forget you right
Need a drink to forget you better.
And there’s a girl up on the stage
So full of hurt an’ rage
She’s strumming out on a pink guitar
Screaming her dead blues
Say’s she’s got nothing to lose
I hope she never gets that far.
Chez Nick 
