Martha

You scatter all my seeds, like ashes on the bar, nothing comes easy, blow away my pay, then fly afar, laugh at the terrible waste, I cling to the sea, like someone in a bottle, you won't set me free, it's a different age, you drive a fancy car, but still can’t wait, what about my creed, that warm hazy fog, a path to childhood dreams, makes me dance the waves, all the stuff you're not, a pearl among the wreckage, drink is bad for me, songs leave too many scars, your face is an ice rink, what's going on?