A Girl Like an Ostrich

Met her in the park on a Saturday night
Saturday in mid-October
October of the worst year of my life
Oh God, I hope that it’s over
And oh no, baby, don’t go!
Maybe you need time to get sober
And oh no, baby, don’t go!
Baby, don’t say that it’s over
Kissed on the couch that fell into the sea
The Sea that we used to swim in
We swam till the waves crashed onto the beach
And the vampires started singing
And oh no, baby, don’t go!
Maybe you need time to get sober
And oh no, baby, don’t go!
Baby, don’t say that it’s over
Bought a little house, two stories tall
Two children playing jacks on the pavement
You cried in the closet till I broke through the wall
Then everybody knew you were leaving
And oh no, baby, don’t go!
Maybe you need time to get sober
And oh no, baby, don’t go!
Baby, don’t say that it’s over
Packed up your bags and you moved on out
Moved out to find a brand new flavor
The flavor of drugs and sex and pain
And now you act as if we’re total strangers
And oh no, baby, don’t go!
Maybe you need time to get sober
And oh no, baby, don’t go!
Baby, don’t say that it’s over