"Right," he said to me
As I held out my hand pointing at the broken TV
He seemed out of touch
And I was sad to see that, for I loved him so goddamn much
Alexander
Bright as dawn
But misled like some poor sick cat off the lawn
I tried to reach him once
But he stood his ground so I turned around and we walked disconnected for months
Alexander, alexander
Tonight, I'll pack
And in the cold cover of night, cursing him and chasing light, I'll dash
No more to say
We grew apart, he ate the spark, and it blew up in his beautiful face
We grew apart, he ate the spark, and it blew up in his beautiful face
Alexander, alexander