Catherine

Gamble everything away, don't care what you do, you won't beat the age, in winter's iron thaw, there is no tune, just a shallow maw, watch ships in the bay, work is just a ruse, to salt away your days, everyone's your whore, sad song's ring on cue, what a cache they hoard, smoke ciggies in the rain, every trick in use, it’s all such a game, curdle love tied with cord, no one really hates you, why make them roar, this generation betrayed, conceals bitter news, will take it to the grave, drunk on borrowed goods.