Mrs.

Traffic is strewn on the street

Where people are happy enraged machines roar

I'm a paramour

Seeking love and a pure heart

The sounds of dance versus rock versus

​​​pop versus folk versus....

anyone that cares at all

Cacophony, nowhere is there a symphony

I whisper a melody

Melodrama comes to me

I sing a rat

Out of my salty lips

I imbibed for callous reasons

My ulcer rips

I seek, with a determined outlook

Looking through the bottom of a glass, and no

I don't want to look and see

The slipping away of my destiny

I saw in my dream a face of loving

That's all she knew, all she would ever breathe

And on my face she breathed, she heaved, so right

I tried hard to sleep all night 

But, I awoke

​​​​​I awoke to a once-sweet song

Now it's murder, it takes my smile, it thieves

But, still my heart believes

That I will find her

My hopes are strewn on the street

Oh Mrs., woman of my dreams, are you breathing?

Mrs., come to me

I'm a paramour 

Seeking love and a pure heart