Scotch-Taped Heart

[couchgrouch]

Scotch-Taped HeartHis booth stays buried in shadowbloodshot eyes stay hidden by his hathe may seem ok from a distancebut look close and you'll see the crackshe orders one more single malt, the waitress knows it's not his faultshe can tell he's been torn apartall he loved...all that mattered,has been broken and shatterednow he's got a Scotch-taped heartthough he tried to pick up the piecesthey didn't stick together for longit looks like the way things are goinghe still won't accept that she's gonehe's flesh and bone but he's not whole,cos it's only half a man whose soulhas been left in tatters and shardsso he wiles away the hours, stitching mem'ries with whiskey sourshe's got a Scotch-taped hearthe thought nothing was wrongand their love was strongbut time can find a thread then pull and pull, till love's fine wooljust lies in shredshe stares at a taped-up photograph,he recalls tearing it in halfthe night she ripped their future aparthe sees two smiling faces,then takes his drink from the waitresscos he's got a Scotch-taped heart(c)2004 Robert George