Another Valentine (Pt. I)

Another Valentine (PartI)

Another valentine another port

Another rusty romance that I can’t afford

In-between Portuguese evergreens

I hear the fado fading

As you sang your sunken serenade

With your wedding ring hanging

around your neck

A picturesque poet penetrating with your

warm and worn out words

Wounds yeah wounds, now self-inflicted

or caused by you

Or her who dries inside forever

It’s alright, it’s okay, it’s just pain

Maybe I was just hoping for second refrain

Me yeah me, me and my bohemian

brown wedding gown

I would wear it down the aisle honey I do

On release night my leather jacket

was miss Mitchell blue

While you poured jenevers to lover’s old and used

I just sat in the bar and drank another case

Of you, yeah you, you who felt my

eyes as you cheated in songs

Alongside the tall one who vibrates inside forever

It’s alright, its okay, I relate

Maybe letting them go was just our biggest mistake

For the past year it’s been me, mostly me

A rolling stone running out of hills

Stuck in a polaroid still you took of me

wearing your jacket

That now sits beside them, yeah them

Your piled-up postcards of pretty men

Tell me honey, to whom will you reply to

It’s alright, it’s okay, I’ll wait

Until you pick your stamp

and tell me how you feel

I guess it’s down to him, yeah him

The new guy who didn’t know how

to intonate your guitar strings

While I took on the dangerous task of tuning

Me yeah me, a busker between

beggars and bewildered minds

Just asking for a little change

It’s alright, it’s okay, I showed up late

Lately I’ve been wondering,

did I show up at all?