Kieron

Gone is the time, I stare straight at you, you’re a real dime, you don’t make it easy, what you’ve been through, to see it in me, cashmere’s fine, to stamp out the blues, but not in July, you don’t do breezy, why disguise the truth, the way you speak, hard times besides, you use as a tool, to sharpen my mind, shake the car keys, am I your mule, each day’s no Odyssey, I’m just in line, to catch more sad tunes, no more sweet wine, not from you.