From the recording Aloe
Some can equate being dumped with being burned. This song served as my aloe.
it’s all in the air, the thin summit air. It isn’t here, haven’t seen it there
let’s all choke on the lack of oxygen and thank god we can live so close to him
I see no children in this foreground, I see no love in the foreground
that emotion has come and gone again
so I must be moving on again
greener pastures give way to paler blues, got no direction but I still can choose
to take the next corner, make the next turn on to some new road I’m willing to learn
sometime I cry and hope I die but I know that it is not my turn
I must still seek out new love even though I’ve been burned