Strange Way To Live

Strange how
The musician dies
Every day a small death
Though the muse abides
Strange how
He’s sitting in my room
Lost you to a new man
But I don’t feel alone
Symbiotic superstitions forming in Plato’s cave
Karma baby karma
Supersonic
Midsummer waves crush the beach
Where we both used to roam
Soaked in the sun
Covered in foam
What a strange way to live
Strange how
You’re nothing but a verve
Caused by electric currents
Ravaging my nerves
Strange how
Though you’re not around
Of all the pople I meet
The only existnce I don’t doubt