Blacktop letters written out of chalk*
 that she might see me when school is over, 
 Dripping thoughts fall onto your sidewalk, 
 I could only tell you when I'm not sober
 
 It's not your fault
 
 Cryptic message written in the dark, 
 All that haunts me is surely closure
 Locking hands floating through the park,
 They always watch me losing composure 
 
 It's not your fault