Monday, 8 February 2021

Katie

Sad songs in my car, hot water in my tank, nothing leaves a tide mark, touched by your stupid ways, a ticking from the crank, an awful terrible waste, you steer within the dark, make even sunshine dank, scatter ashes on the bar, what is left to say, my mind is empty 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, I’m bust now anyway, we never know how far, what lies down the track, to see what's going on, who we have to thank?

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