Parking Lots (Bike)

I'm the boy with the broken guitar
the boy who lost the girl
with the piss poor pack of mints
trying to freshen my breath
on the way to a lonely place
to meet equaly lonely people

broke down in the parking lot
just to feed the rats
everything I got
from my empty pockets
carved my name into the snow
just to see if it still made sense

falling for a stripper
only if its for a night
glitter
even if its for a night
why does everything fall apart

I used to own a bike
but I broke it on a half pipe
ruining my dreams of biking all the way kentucky
now I have to walk with two breaking feet
stuffed into poorly wrapped linens
now caked with dried blood

I ponder about when I lost my soul
probably when I sold it to the girl
thought she loved me back
now she is in Bathhurst
with a man I never met
I shoulda said something