The Woman (((d-_-b)))

Walking through an empty street
I hope a woman who is no longer my
I spend my time inventing stories
Counting stars that no one else will tell

Running for a lost highway
I hope a woman who was never mine
I spend my time making up songs
And remembering songs that nobody sings

The empty bottle lying by my side
And alcohol can no longer comfort me

But eventually the songs
There are no stars to tell
And I keep waiting
The woman who's not coming back