Saudades (Over Now)

On Tuesdays I get high and think of all the blessed times we spent together

Friends will come and go, they said, don't waste your time in prayer for fairer weather

In moments of my grieving, there are finer thoughts I always finally come to

That wicked is the mind which comes undone in bitter longing to remember

I sear I could've loved you better, faster, wiser, kinder

Longer, stronger, with more skin

That's over now, for things are just beginning

When I'm needing more, hope is the loving whore that I can always go to

She doesn't mind at all to hear about the lonely troubles I run into

"Don't worry, she says, baby, you'll be fine"

And it is often I believe her