Roe Three

Love holds the door ajar, your hair falls down like wine, it doesn't get you very far, you sit around a Pool, drinks will mix in time, who needs more bad news, or ask about your Ma, just another line, lonely as a shooting star, the money she blew, in a poor easy light, just another fool, find a home another car, forget about her lies, wonder why you're scarred, there must be a tool, to crush the hurt inside, find that other part of you, maybe scrawled on the bar, that sees each morning rise, keep those dreams from afar, try to raise your eyes.