Casablanca

Part 1

West Virginia's such a dreary place at night

Without your opal brown eyes mingling with the lights

You said that apathy's the venom, not spite

I knew what you meant when I saw you cry and I was numb inside.

When you met me I was trodding through the heights of my ego

My mind was painting pictures of me in the shades of a hero

You walked in and tore my tapestry into a pile of nothing

Your incandescent shimmer overshadowed my melodies worth half-a-dozen.

Oh your life makes such a conversation with wine

You sing elegies to the blue, blue sky

I never comprehended how you looked at me and deemed me worthy

I never understood what I was thinking when I left you hurting.

Part 2

We met in Casablanca under the scorching sun

You pointed Sirius as we sat upon a lofty roof

You were the gin that took me out of my ubiquitous misery

As I turned sober I realised that I wasn't noticing.

You shower words as if you're  Romeo beneath a balustrade

I thought you meant it till you said it to another dame

You were so threatened by my presence as I danced all night

My self-effacing conversations took you out of the lights.

We met in Casablanca under the scorching sun

I realised in London that you aren't the one

The waning hope of reconciliation helped me through Venice

You finally let the simmer die down in West Virginia on Christmas Eve.