i was out of context
taken word for word
if you could have heard
the rumours they churned
guilty of leaving lust
behind with you
taken carelessly
for cold days ahead
forged autographs
for bouncing cheques
made out to alibis
with blank memos
caught with heat
my finger on the trigger
but i never pulled
just got framed up
hanging on the hill
while the town turns
in the dusks and dawns
lost to new days
only to wake up
to empty bottles
angry voicemails
the smell of your perfume
still lingering in the room