April Is The Cruelest Month

Intro: 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