Post-Valentine

One, two, three windows open
You're facing the street and I'm standing frozen
You're looking at me and I don't know why

With all these crib notes I've written
From candy hearts you shoplifted
Discounted post-Valentine's

She said she faked when she came
All the gasping and screaming his name
Some best actress every other night

But in Florida, the grass was greener
The water is chemically treated
She loved me and coughed up a smile

It's the hotel, the elevator
I'm screaming at my taxi driver
Red wine stains on my suit and tie

"Yeah, they're tan but I but they're not happy
No, they're all dying from something
Some cancer eating their insides"

And there's no concierge where you're going
Just sit right back down
Try and enjoy this show
And just forget why you came here after all
The things I tried to erase
Sting a little bit sharper with each smiling face
Just forget why we came here after all

But I find the tile floor to be quite pleasant
You're looking at me and I don't know why