Monday 24 February 2020

Katie Two

Sad songs in my car, hot water in my tank, doesn’t leave a tide mark, washed by your stupid ways, a ticking from the crank, awful terrible waste, you steer within the dark, make even sunshine dank, scatter ashes on the bar, what is left to say, my mind fills up blank, clings to a brighter day, Oh you are a dog, a million ways to crack, split me like a log, brought me to this state, as if I was a bank, it’s bust anyway, we never know how far, what lies down the track, to see what's going on, or who else to thank?

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