I used to write love songs.

I could hang the moon on a melody, creating the perfect tune.

I loved you 'til my lips ran dry; cracked but quenched they'd been sweetened by ecstasy.

I made you mine in name and heart 'til you took it all away and you blew it all apart.

Now there's more than just matter and memories ingrained into these four walls. 

Tonight, I'm a barfly, covering songs that have been sung before, because it's easier to hum and harmonize when…