Remorse

Remorse was this morning dressed
in an painful garment,
What's the matter with Jake?
What's the matter with this place?
Her gown has holes,
Her jewels are fake,
Her shoes have no soles,
they are treading seas,
What's the matter with Jake?
What's the matter with this place?
Her heart is a raincoat,
Her soul are her heirs,
She composes their little hats
with a touch of love,
with a touch of life,
with a silent cry,
What's the matter with Jake?
What's the matter with this place
Remorse attires the air.