Numbered Lithograph

When you left me at the table
 to go to the ATM
 I've never been lonelier
 I've never been lonelier
 Your cell-phone it shuttered and blinked,
 it was your boyfriend again
 I've never been lonelier,
 I've never been lonelier
 I've never been lonelier
 A light-skinned black
 held a Charles Rennie Macintosh
 numbered lithograph
 I moved to the end of the southern line
 and lost most of my friends
 I've never been lonelier
 I've never been lonelier
 A bird flew in my house one day,
 and he panicked and thrashed
 Up against the window glass
 he crashed and crashed
 I've never been lonelier
 I've never been lonelier
 I've never been lonelier
 The boy recoiled
 as he got out of the heated pool
 It was midnight