beautiful loser
at the stroke of midnight
coins in your hand
the last remnants of what you just had
beautiful loser
in crisp white pants
nobody (everyone) could know
the surprise, the state of your mind
there might be something to your nature
that they don't understand
keeping you tied to that moment, and in that moment
that thing, towards the back of last week
when it was more than a fling
that meaningless thing
you beautiful loser
with the coins in your hand
the last remnants of what you just had
and you could start at the top
index and thumb
around the clasp of her zipper
painted black
then you're numb
beautiful loser
you're only helping now
from the nape of her neck
to the stress on your brow
beautiful loser
at the stroke of midnight
the coins in your hand
remnants of something
of what you just had