Chris

The year Lady passed away, couldn't get past the blues, was shrunken day to day, I wanted to be alone, not see anyone new, on the street or Metro, but you became my angel, I didn't have a clue, you washed my thoughts away, arranged all the loans, bought me different costumes, put jelly on my bones, before this game, I didn’t think of you, only what a waste, where would I call home, my head went loopy loo, I acted like a drone, then you began to erase, all my bitter tunes, more than any mate, got me on the crew.