Sorry for the wait
I wasted good thoughts,
pillaged deep needs and
struck out before I got to run
I wasted good thoughts,
pillaged deep needs and
struck out before I got to run
Run from this tragedy
That has become my world
broken and breaking
while fitting the mold
That has become my world
broken and breaking
while fitting the mold
She counts the cost in green bills
I count in pennies, we fought with
fists, they fought with riddles
I count in pennies, we fought with
fists, they fought with riddles
Racing wreck less and free
hiding from me
while swerving and ducking
her battles
hiding from me
while swerving and ducking
her battles