Put on a Sad Song. And brush your fingers through my hair. Remove those vintage khakis and lilac dress. Embrace the humidity in the air, take a long breath in. Kiss my neck. A cool breeze rushes thru. on a summer afternoon Put on a sad song. And your black, blue, geen eyeliner starts to run. A rose from three months ago - and a day- still lays on your desk. You smile when you look up and don't