Creeping Spurge

She keeps her shades drawn
So she can't see
The old brick building 
Where he used to be

Friend of her husband
Got in a car
Together they drove
Down to the bar

The road was icy 
The car hit a tree
Both men died
In the debris

To her husband
Their affair was unknown 
Now they are gone 
She's forever alone

Chorus
Old weeds and vines
Cover the house 
The attic 
Thick with dust

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