In memory.

The song begins. Focused on a tree swing.

There is a man. He is sitting at a bar with a half empty pint of beer on the bar in front of him. He is mostly sad. No. He is all sad. He puts his head on the bar. His hands are clenched above his head.


There is a girl. She is lovely. She wears black most of the time. She even wears black lipstick. Her fingernails are always pink. Bright pink.


They are together, when they were together. It was months. Love was full in both of them. They are holding hands and walking down a street. A street they walk down every evening. She is in black. He has slacks and a t-shirt on. With a winter hat with long ear flaps. She likes his hat.


He's back in the bar. His hands are still clenched above his head. He is still all sad. The barkeep taps the bar and wags his finger at him. The barkeep doesn't notice his tears.

The moon is no where to be seen. The stars are bright because of it. He's sitting on a rock. She is standing between his legs. They kiss hard. They are in a bedroom. There are three candles in the room. they kiss hard again.


Her ex boyfriend saw them kiss. He is jealous. Filled with it. He hates the man.


He steps up from the bar and turns to leave. He bumps into another bar patron, who drops his drink. The other man turns. Before he could apologize he is punched. He goes down. The pain was no match for his pain, but he stayed lying there for a few moments. He stands up and leaves.

She is sitting on the toilet. He is holding her hand when she sees the pink positive. She cries and smiles. He smiles. A good hug occurs.


He's on his knees in front of the grave stone. He has on black pants. He has on a black shirt. He has black lipstick on. He has on a pink tie. He cries. He has a gun in his hand.


She is lying on the street. The car is beside her. He is beside her. He's holding her hand when she dies.


He keeps two bullets in the chamber and spins it. He closes the chamber. He puts the gun to his head. Her picture is leaning on the grave. He pulls the trigger. Nothing.


He's on the ground next to the crib. He's bent and broken. One arm up on the crib. One hand on the floor. His head is not held high. He weeps.


He pulls the trigger again. Nothing. He shakes his head. He throws the gun behind him. He looks at the gravestone. He looks at her picture. He looks at the sun. He doesn't smile, but he wants to.


The figure behind him bends over and picks up the gun. Her ex-boyfriend puts it to his head. He closes his eyes. Her ex boyfriend pulls the trigger. Nothing. His eyes open. Her ex-boyfriend pulls the trigger for a second time. Everything. His head falls near her picture. There is blood on the picture.


It all fades out with her ex-boyfriend on a tree swing. The gun hanging low in his left hand. Her picture in his right.


The song ends in the fade out.