Bete noire

diluted,
bitter like cheap whiskey
 
there's somethin'  
about a woman in blue  
& she ran off with lonely  
a long time ago.
 
maybe it took a man like you  
to ruin her, or maybe  
it was the other way around,
you can taste it on her skin
 
those sad, doe eyes pulling at you
over the top of a dirty glass,  
that's enough to get lost in
if you're looking for trouble.
 
she's a .38 special
with one in the chamber,
make sure your name isn't on it,
she doesn't miss.
 
You don't stop the rain,
she'll fall to fall  
& then she'll fall again...
 
write it on your heart.