Antonia

Love holds the door ajar, your hair gleams and shines, you’ll travel very far, no need to suffer fools, or bendy trees in line, hear their news, talk about Da, he’s just another wine, lonely as a shooting star, the money he tooled, in a poor jaded light, splashed away in the pool, he needs another car, to furnish mother's lies, no room for scars, play by the rules, forget the hurt inside, it’s another part of you, you won’t sit on the bar, see the morning rise, hit the highway burning tar, you’re too wise