Casiotone For The Painfully Alone

the clasp broke at the disco Mom I'm sorry
and the older men who hit on Becky
nearly broke their necks on scattered pearls
and we searched the best we could
for two entire songs we knelt & felt along
the place where we had stood
but we only found 7 of Grandmother's pearls
and as we rode the bus home I thought surely
I'd wake up tomorrow just to find
that I had dreamed up everything
there'd still be pearls on a string
I wouldn't smell like smoke and I'd still
have the cash that I had spent on drinks
oh I feel as scattered as Grandmother's pearls
Mom don't cry they're only pearls