Sal

Don't say I’m fake, that love can't twist, make me pack my case, the world hesitates, like it has a stitch, I’m not afraid, someone asks for change, for a dollar bill, it'd be churlish to say, go spin on your plate, the cheek of his gist, someone weeps in a door frame, living around this place, could be a launderette, everyone spins their fate, a little smile migrates, I'm with all the misfits, who’ve never seen a wage, such little time of grace, when you figure it, puts a smile upon my face, nothing's missing.