Tears drop off her nose
To red ballroom dress
As she sits on the steps
Of the Hotel Finesse.
She dreams of the music
The drawl and the moan
And contemplates life
On her prom night, alone.
There’s no use in asking
She knows: no use in trying,
There’s no peace of mind
To stop her from crying.
A mind powered by lightening-
He’s mankind’s disgrace
She will always remember
His bitter distaste.
At the bar down the road –
Three streets to the west,
He won’t budge an inch
But he’ll toast to the best.
And he’ll dance and he’ll sing
And he’ll forget it tomorrow,
He won’t remember the girl
Who chokes on her sorrow.
She’ll remember the rain,
She’ll remember her tears,
Waiting for hours,
Her cold, sour fears.
Matching lingerie,
Outfitted to impress
She sits tonight, crying
At the Hotel Finesse.
