A Mermaid Has No Legs, And A Man Doesn't Have Scales

Life among the land grew gray
Love amongst lovers was lost
This is what happened when you left
Ice cream has many flavors
Fried egg sandwiches are good sometimes
Drinking beer is nice without shirts
And pop is common slang for soda
I use the contours of my palm to wipe the pain away
It's a shame that I must subject my skin to it
Hands washed white like milk
Course skin like silk sheets
Who did you touch while sleeping
Who did you breathe while living
As much as I don't believe in space, the distance is the only truth we had
No regard for the feelings and no worship for times gone by
We are no more
Without you I will die
No more love, no sorrow