She sat on the hood of his car
Singing to the colors of sunset
He brought the beer to his mouth
His grin becoming broader
Looking back and forth at one another
Sadly it was only for one summer

Years later
Far away
I even met him one day
His aura was bright
I thought, “Hey, this might be right!”
But suddenly,
Our rhyming and harmony ended

A Man of Discord
To no end
A Man of Discord
A smile of colors
A fake, a liar, a wrong turn somewhere?
A fault, a flaw, a -
Wait…

I think we’re thinking of the wrong man
Maybe they’re all Men of Discord