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Black

Martin Buchanan, Alex Fekkos

©2006 Jan

 

Outside the weathers nice

It’s a glorious day

But inside my kitchen

I’m oblivious, in a haze

Sun streaks across the sky in orange and pink

But it aint reaching me

Cause all I can see is

 

Black, like the coffee in the pot

Like inside the freezer with the door shut

Black like the bread I left in toaster

And the bacon burning in the skillet on the stove

Black like the phone in pieces on the floor

Cause you aint gonna make it ring anymore

Black

 

3 nights ago my whole world

 was looking so bright

Gonna meet you at our usual drinking and dancing

Neon Friday nights

Caught you on the lap on a cowboy toy

Weren’t thinking about me

Now all I can see is

 

Black like his bad boy cowboy hat

Like the fur on the cat must have crossed my path

Black like the tight leather dress you wore

When you walked with him out the back door

Black like the kung fu belt I’ll need

When I walk up to him and knock him to his knees

Black

 

Like a crow in the woods after midnight

Like a slimy rat sneaky set of possum eyes

Like half mile down in coal mine

Like the boot I’m gonna stick

Where the sun don’t shine

 

Black like the whole you left when my heart

Was took out, cooked out and left to char

Black like that empty jack daniels label

That I can barely read right there on the table

Black like the ink I left in the stall

Where I scrawled you number for a good time call

black