Souvenirs

What happened to the romance, the lovers of the world?

The Shakespeares and Lord Byrons, bleeding undying love into immortal verse?

When did hopes and expectations become taboo?

Now we fuck in combat boots, prepared for war or retreat,

"Leave your lights on, babe"..if you don't measure up,

my escape plan's in place.

I saw Aphrodite at a pawn shop.

The only heart she had was the tattoo she wore on the side of her shaved skull.

She was used up and worn down,

trading her famed Girdle for a Stratocaster guitar.

"Love's not what it used to be", she said,

"they stopped making the pure stuff years ago.

Now all we have is a bunch of cheap, souvenir bullshit.

I'll take music over ghosts any day."