Johnny Sang

"You can't put your arms around a memory",
(Johnny sang through my stereo from beyond the grave)
How true, I thought, what's the point in looking back?
"You're just a basket case", he continued,
I guess he's right, who knows, who can tell?
When I'm holding onto your memory day in day out.
What's the point when it just turned to shit I couldn't stop it,
We didn't try to stop it, how could we?
Our love was terminal, burnt to strong to last.

And anyhow, you probably don't even remember my name,
I'm probably just a number in a list of many by now.
"Loved Him", "Used Him", "Shagged Him", "Fucked Him," wonder which I
am?

"And even though they don't show, these scars are so old"
(How true, what an insight Johnny had, what a tragic waste)
They're hidden away, under a barrage of brash and bold words.
I still cave in occasionally; guess I'm not as strong as I
thought.
I still get the urge to call, to say I love you, to see how you
are,
Still wake up thinking of you; still shed the occasional tear.

"Love", you wrote in a Christmas card, "if it's still
appropriate"
On a cold December evening, rain, wind the usual clich?, but aint it
always?
Oh god I miss you still, how can anyone else compare?
Least they can't hurt me like you did.

All I've had since you are a few worthless one-night stands,
Useless, dull, uncaring, unfeeling masturbation substitute for all
intents and purposes.
Drink fuelled empty passion,
A brief compassion,
Ultimately lonely.

You can't put your arms around a memory,
Don't try&;#8230;
Don't try.