Sorrow trickles from the ceiling
Melts into my tea
and shrivels up my bed
Sorrow
Sorrow comes through the window
Floating on an old love
Blowing in my head
Sorrow
Sorrow paints me a Kandinsky
Parades in the alleys
Messing up my hair
Sorrow trickles from the ceiling
And bitters my tea
And shrivels up myself

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