It’s a bleak spot
All the dishes dirty
Too lazy to wash
Under the covers
Waiting for heat
Turning the lights off
To save money

It’s crazy, it’s crazy 
How I need you
It’s crazy, it’s crazy 

It’s a sore spot
The sorrow
The windows are looking straight into tomorrow
Same view 
Every face I see is you
It’s crazy, it’s crazy
                           Photo: © 2002 Warren Darius Aftahi