She Dies in the Third Act

Never touched a cigarette
Before I met Christine
I'd been avoiding cancers and dancers all my life
And I still don't like the bitterness of nicotine

I still miss all of those secondhand kisses
Tumbling home out of her taxi at night

When the blues sing you
When the lexipro swallows two of you
When your knees are down on you
You know that she's gone

Never felt temptation to experiment with men
A woman's touch beat coffee ice cream, birthday presents, and a cherry Mustang
But Christine would never be limited in friends

I still miss all of those secondhand kisses
Tumbling home out of her taxi at night

When the blues sing you
When the lexipro swallows two of you
When your knees are down on you
You know that she's gone

It didn't seem like anything,
A cough in summertime
Not until the doctors did invasive tests and 3-D X-rays
So I lay immune beside her,
Watched her spring unwind

I still miss all of those secondhand kisses
Tumbling home out of her taxi at night

When the blues sing you
When the lexipro swallows two of you
When your knees are down on you
You know that she's gone

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