The Silent Partner

and on this one nightstand, next to the money left

sits a note left after a one-night stand

it's next to a half filled and lipstick smeared cocktail

and it reads, it breathes: was it good for you

I'm telling you the truth and I'm telling it all

doesn't it seem like the writing on the wall

twenty-one years old and life seems to end up being quoted

in every line, in every street name

and every time I get lucky with a stranger

when life becomes filled with remember when's

only ghosts in every bed and on every corner

of streets that are networked and locked in a flyby night town

where the words, loaded and cocked, rarely refer to a gun

it all breathes: was it good for you