Thirty Eight

Your red lips flash ornate, in rooms where flowers grow, champagne cognac to chase, forget how much we blew, kick the need to know, polish lonely jewels, we'll always be ingrates, don't worry about the loan, celebrate what remains, you never deem to rue, the way we've been let down, no longer part of you, a worry without gain, at supper ask for bones, stumble in the drains, believe it's all a ruse, a dream of past night's gone, play some homesick blues, wouldn't it be great, to live life fresh anew, tumble in the rain, feel we never lose.