You Killed Me

I woke up, pushed the window open wide.
I don't think I could forget about her inside.
She came into me deep, like a sword.
I take to her life a Dwarf to his horde.
We met in the park, down the road.
We never repaid, what was owed.
They say there was a ghost that launched a thousand ships,
but at any pace, she's the face that wetted a thousand lips.

We met in the morning, walking our dogs.
It was fall, the leaves were rotting on the log.
I could smell the scent of a bonfire somewhere.
She had her hair down, dark and thick; love was in the air.
I've read Shakespeare and Verlaine, Thomas, and Poe,
none of them seem good to the smell of her, I know.
Our dogs were barking so, and we sat on a bench.
Neither of us wanted to go, so I first felt my heart wrench.

Her name was Scarlet, and I remembered her.
We were together, back in the day, we were together.
Back when I played for Columbia Records.
We rushed it then, to her own accord.
I never gave her a ring, never met her dad.
We had a falling out, like so many lovers had.
She kicked me out, and I cried all night long.
Never knew what it was about, didn't know what was wrong.

When we saw each other in the park,
we knew we had rekindled an old spark,
but you can't say how, it all happened very quick.
Her voice was was soft, her eyes were thick.
To us, as time went on, only love made sense.
To others, no one woulda guessed, our love was dense.
With her eyes, and her tongue, she was the best.
She gave me life, and an iron lung, forget about the rest.

One night, at the park where we met,
someone came from behind, I wish I'd forget.
He asked for our money, I said no.
With a knife, he cut out her throat, oh!
I chased him down, cut hi down.
I shouldn't have, she never came back around.
After the trial, they found me innocent by grief.
For a long while, I wandered the streets, to no relief.

Fifty or so years ago this was, I don't know the president or year.
After the war, they took my clothes in a hilltop village, she seemed to hear.
It all began on an uneventful morn, and so I rode on trains
and tried to cope with all the sorrow, all the pain.
I never forgot her, never could get out of the storm.
I dream of her, she haunts me, that such a girl was even born.
Maybe that's why, I'm no longer here.
It's not why I died, it's that she's still in the mirror.