Standard Bitter Love Song #8

I went down to lloyd center looking for you.

But a mouth full of anger blocked my view.

He took your hand there in the skating the rink.

God will give him blood to drink.

Saw the two of you leaving.

I didn't want to follow behind.

But I could see the rest of your evening,

Burning in my mind.

The sky's black. the moon's pink.

God will give him blood to drink.

I looked over the railing. ice was white

On the northeast side where I saw you and your boyfriend

On a friday night.

I went mining for gold. I struck pure, fresh zinc.

God, god will give him blood to drink.

Hey, hey, hey