Last showercream-blues

It rang on my door, one cold November night
Yeah, it rang on my door, one cold November night
She smiled, then she shouted, her rage burnin’ bright

"I want my key, and I want my stereo too!"
She said, "Gimme my key, I want my stereo too!"
I said, "You’ll get what’s yours," tryin’ to stay cool and true

She stormed in hard, heels hittin’ my floor
Yeah, she stormed in hard, heels hittin’ my floor
Painted up and wired, couldn’t take no more

She grabbed her things, spittin’ fire as she goes
Yeah, she grabbed her things, spittin’ fire as she goes
I locked that door tight – heart heavy, fear that grows

Then came February, the tenth late at night
Oh, came February, the tenth late at night
A knock on my door, under pale hallway light

Police on my step, said “Can we talk inside?”
Yeah, police on my step, said “Can we talk inside?”
Thought it was a break-in – but my soul near died

They said my baby drowned, just that morning gone
Yeah, they said my child was gone, that same morning dawn
The one who asked for keys… now forever withdrawn

I nearly broke down, atoms in the air
Lord, I nearly broke down, lost in deep despair
Then we found her last words, like a ghost in there

She wrote, “Can’t sleep, gonna try that new cream”
Yeah, “Can’t sleep,” she wrote, “gonna try my new cream”
That scent still haunts me, like a shattered dream

**\[Outro – Spoken Blues-style]**
Now I sit in silence, doors double-locked with care
Afraid of echoes, of ghosts that linger there
And I hum the blues, ‘cause they’re all I can bear