Pretty Little

Tonight, I found the way home
Under fluorescent pulses of light.
The streets are quiet up north since
Lincoln Park has fallen into sleep,
And there it is… 

If I listen closely, 
I hear a whisper,
Mutter something ‘bout love.
A little lamb I once was,
can’t see her past the veil of time. 
Not now that I’ve left you without 
a way back home to me in the concrete. 

You waited too long
for that atonement, now turn back 
to see my laughin’ alone down Montana.
Lost love always misses the chance-
a delayed reciprocation. 
Moon shining for the absent sun.

I stay, 
to hear your lament, 
Shouldn’t care since you always lie.
Maybe you can love me in the future, 
Not now that I’ve left you without 
a way back home to me in the concrete. 

It’s not until the city stills,
You come crawling back.
Take your time on all fours. 
I like to see you down there,
lost without me. 
So, tell me, man-
what does a girl gotta say
to stop the whimper coming from you?

I can hear you plead,
On your knees as you beg.
A time machine is all that you want, 
But now you are stuck without me
and a way back home in the concrete.