Where did you go?

I do not know

Are you an angel or an ice cube melting slow?

Your stuff is gone

Brought to the Bronx in the backseat of the Subi

It was just carmen and me

I could've killed the man who told me

And i wish i'd killed him still

You can't leave boxes here on sundays

For you violate god's will

What brought this on?

Was something wrong?

She's erasing every image

Every trace of him is gone

We learned a lot about each other

I guess love's a useful skill

That only matters if i make it

And with all my words i will