walking down Broadway in providence last night
the rain was shaking rainbows in puddles mixed with gas
I tossed my empty bottle in someone elses trash

I’ve gone away, from a darkened yesterday
I left what I once loved
thinking I’d a stopped loving it by now.

The clerk in the liquor store with dots along her veins
her smile seemed tired and almost gone
the smell of cigarettes, arrests and regrets
filled the shelves

she’d gone away, from a darkened yesterday
she left what she once loved
thinking she’d a stopped loving it by now.

woke up this morning not knowing where I’d been
perhaps I was thinking of a friend
but I’m sure I was just walking
watching other people talking to a friend