We imagined ourselves as cathedral bells
Ringing out through the moribund streets
Like shrill courtesans, making fanciful plans
That we whispered while drifting to sleep
And I told you I'd stay in every possible way
Though we both knew that that wasn't true
You said you'd would understand
If it was for something so grand
As this mirrored reflection of you
And New York in October was never so sober
As the beating on the windows in March
Trying so hard in vain to stay out of the rain
Falling off our cathedral arch
You were Zelda, Isolde, and you were Audrey and Kate
You were Miss Cleopatra in heels
Then anonymously, you were April to me
Throwing rocks just to see how it feels
But those lines in your eyes and that platinum crown
And that gaudy red rouge on your cheeks
You must've looked so divine to some neophyte trying
But you looked like a common whore to me
But I liked you the best when you were a plain simple mess
Drinking wine from a pink plastic cup
While the radio played some soft serenade
And we noticed the sun coming up
And the blue in your eyes looked like ice when you cried
You were always so cold when we touched
Happy birthday to you, I sure hope it's untrue
Even though I don't miss you that much