Ashland

The only urge left in him was one of desperation
   He wanted to smoke and keep smoking until his throat stopped closing in
   He wanted to smoke and buy a car
She would know why
    He's been fumbling with the bends to make his mark and put his mind at ease,
                but his trashcan is overflowing with the fragments of something about
                    her
          People are trying to talk to him
   Scathing attempts to humanize him
   To bring him back to earth
   By giving him only one thing left to say...
   If only he could say it.
     Pull yourself together
     Show them you're okay
   Nod and flash a stupid grin
   For him, that word has never been there
          None have ever been with him
   The only things he can even begin to conjure up are his honest thoughts in
                                                         - --song-- -
                                             Purple tulips and a home
A home which waits with her and leaves him here to moan
          If he keeps up with these cigarettes the tulips will surely die
When they do..he'll lose her favorite color all together, and he'll have to buy
             that car

                            He'll bring her dried flowers on his way