At half past two a.m., she stumbled up the stairs
It was strange with Mason gone, she found herself worrying where
Candles light the room, a box wrapped on the floor
She hardly recognized the man shuffling in the corner
His chin was shaven clean, his shirt was pressed and tucked
A bowl of nectarines and cherries freshly picked
Debbie buried all of her torment in him then
A sole tear of regret
Whispering simply 'start again'...