The Last Place I Saw You Alive

I’m not thinking of you
When I swing left onto Gordon Avenue
It’s just the way the traffic veers
Haven’t driven down these streets in years
But then I pass the last place I saw you alive
I walk the narrow path these days
I can’t see going back to my old ways
Call to mind sometimes that bloody, stinking mess
Us worms turn into butterflies, I guess
But then I pass the last place I saw you alive
It’s changed since you were here, or else it hasn’t
It was special, it was deadly
It was ours and then it wasn’t
But then I pass the last place I saw you alive