Cry. Kick. Scream. Break down. Beg for mercy, it's a broken heart that we're dealing with. --
Memory will rust and erode into lists of all that you gave me:
a blanket, some matches, this pain in my chest, the best parts of lonely...
I'll sing it from my roof top, I'll sing it from the bus stop, I'll sing it on the street drunk to a cop... but I ain't gonna lose you.