I left you in the morning Still drunk on melodrama, You're so pretty so natural but I had to salvage honor . Down your spiral staircase The television I bought you, Took a deep breath Of your endless love perfume. The carnage that the storm left Six inches on the ground The south side of Chicago Stands eerily so sound. I looked up at your window Hand out as if to touch you; You used to be so perfect Why did I ever meet you?