The glare of lover’s eyes
Has dimmed and faded
To fuck another
Connecticut the brave, not so brash anymore
So pack away my problems
Put them in a box
Leave them in my closet
And wave goodbye
As home travels across the country
To a house that takes days to reach
Start over at parties with
The hippest of haircuts
Ad things to snort for hours
Smile the most fake of grins
Fit in by volunteering your veins
For the prize of a pretty face to kiss
On the rooftop of a
High class apartment.