Monica Three

Sometimes with the spray, you just don't know, what you have to pay, the same with dough, and other times dates, how they ought to go, just when you say, you need a blow, someone turns up late, how they break your bones, think if you hesitate, you'll get out alone, forget about that other place, sunlit hills come with stones, maybe you'll have to wait, need a downtime not groans, wine to sip and gyrate, around crowded bars to atone, chasing those happy days, listening to the lonely crows, blow cigarettes find a mate, illusions of home.