Lying on Broken Glass

I remember the day the sidewalks melted,
Baking in the summer heat,
Cindy Carmichael came over to my place,
Cigarette burns on her feet,
And she danced on my table,
While she sang me a song,
All about how there's love in everyone,
Even in a world gone wrong.

Cindy, I wonder where you are now,
Hope to God you broke that chain,
I always tried to be your friend somehow,
But never took away your pain.

Molly Mackenzie looked out at the sunset,
Crying as the sky bled out,
Asking questions that have no answers,
Chiding me for all my doubt,
But the stars shone anyway,
As the night fell hard,
Love is a bed we make of broken glass,
Every time it leaves us scarred.

You got married and moved to Vermont,
Miles away from the sea,
Molly, I hope that you found all you want,
That was never going to be me.

It was never going to be me.

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