More or less, I'm a mess.
  Now that the sun is down, and I'm all locked up in this dusk that you call dawn.
  Pouring down like the day you left.
  Making up like we never did.
  Streetsigns and sidewalks have never looked so dead,
  since you stole my heart, and threw it in this dead end.
    Thanks to matt (utermama@shu.edu) for these lyrics