Katerina

My time goes by unspoken, not drunk enough to cry, afraid of what gets broken, being skint in lousy clothes, hangs me out to dry, the bars all closed, beyond the grave’s a token, what we can’t deny, outside of pavement soaking, we’re shrunk now in repose, horizons clouded why, what we love foremost, even if we drink and smoke, sing a song then die, we’ll praise the holy ghost, this summer shows, we really tried, to resist all the blows, ride out on the tide.