Beyond Good and Evil

She said, "God is dead," and took a long, slow sip I used to love the smell of scotch and Nietzsche on her lips When things got good, she'd be the first to go Should have seen the pileup coming all those years ago It was something in the way she moved her hips And that unrepentant timbre and her soft eclipse She had me beggin' for a bite 'fore the fruit was ripe And a thousand-yard stare that fit my vision just right It was cold May night about a decade back When the neighbors called the cops 'fore I drank my six-pack Josie's toys made him pause 'fore he walked me outside Sobered up an hour later, sick and tired I found the test in the trash, such are vicious gifts And her note in my book like a poet's fist Didn't mean a thing then; doesn't mean a thing still Just more haunted lost souls in the killing fields She said, "It's not your fault," and left her key in the door I felt the wounds tear open bleeding from our silent war She didn't give me a name; didn't give a goddamn Just left a trace of nothing and a blue sedan