Can she feel my sadness falling from the ceiling as I lay above? Dripping onto the bed where we once lay entwined together Her head on my shoulder, my arm around her waist While she checks out the latest fashion and waits For the hourglass of our relationship to empty I’m laying above listening for the slightest tone For the slightest glimmer of hope But all I hear is the wind outside the window And the clock slowly taking time away from me And my sadness continues to pour from my body She’ll never understand or remember what she meant In a few days I’ll be another ex to be filed away as a distant memory To be brought out occasionally as a lucky escape or an example of a hasty mistake Seasons will come and go and the leaves will turn brown and fall And blow away in the wind like her love once did Oh, by the way, Chris Cornell died today……