Communion

When I've had a few too many, I remember things I said

When I'd had a few too many pillow talking on your bed

In communion with the woman who I was back then

On a berth of yellow roses I lay her down to rest

Doomed to all the same mistakes, birth my soul anew

Fall in love with other people to remember love with you

In communion with the woman who packed her bags and left

Gratefully evolving

Sweet ambrosia of her flesh

Though there's no returning there, I mourn my mother's nest

A distant comfort calling

Like my head upon your chest

Despite my better judgment

I wallow in the blue

A pleading, pleasing, weepy silhouette without a clue

Doomed to all the same mistakes, birth my soul anew

Fall in love with other people

Fall in love with other people to remember love with you