Breakdown (And Then...) - Rowland S. Howard

Crown prince of the crying jag

Stuffs a towel in his mouth to gag

Oh my darling I never knew

How hard it was to get rid of you

I smashed on our virgin date

How did I reach that state?

The day ends again and then

My darling, here comes that breakdown

And then…

Struck down by my own device

Sweet Jesus ice cold Christ

You drowned in the dining room

Resurrection, it came too soon

God it’s cold in this room

Hopped up on fever’s croon

Just two more love dumb fools

Here comes that breakdown

And then…

Loading the gun again

Dead lead goes in and then

Catch as catch can and can’t

Catch cold and fall apart

Cold as a distant star

Hot as a stolen car

I choke on this heart of hate

Sometimes I find it hard

To get things straight…