Please, Maria Whitehorse

I should be good
I should move on
I should be over it
But you're colder than the war
Between the Soviets

So I drink and
I get sad and
Try somebody new
But you follow me around
The way you used to do

Oh my mind is haunted by you

Please Maria, can't I see ya
One more time before
You ghost this scene

Now you're gone
But I'm still kicking
Up the avenues
Where we'd stop
And get a drink
And share the latest blues

I'd get talking ‘bout the stuff
That eats a brain like mine
While your eyes they keep a rollin'
‘Till the end of time