"Quiet a mind long enough...

I found my divorce papers last night in the garage.
A dull ache where a sharp sharpness used to be.
The guy on the radio saying about love that
if you can give yourself to someone
then you should.

Trying, trying, succeeding?

She is sick with fever in my bed; I am on my way to work,
and it's raining.
If I were melancholy and melodramatic this morning,
I'd say the skies are crying with me,
but I'm alright.

I got a little bit of everything.