i watch the objects for in cloudy skies
  a bat, a pirate ship and then her eyes
  so i pound a shot down
  punch
  my arm and set up a new round
  till me, myself and i cant concentrate
    the clouds conspire to show me what i miss
  her
  hair, her cheeks, her lips puckered to kis
  the wind blows
  drags her nose
  through her forehead like a horn grows
  the omen
  clears but years too late
  nova scotia's so damn cold yeah
  i moved here to give her space
  drinking stoli to kill my
  memory
  theres not enough to lose her face
    she poisoned our hometown
  so i moved a half a world away
  where frozen
  winter chokes the color
  leaving black and gray