Zac

Since you've gone away, I don't know what to do, but each night pray, laugh at the hurricane zones, see your face in whirlpools, where you now call home, ashamed of the days when hurt surrounds you, wondering if there’s anyway, you’d give me a loan, even when I blew, gardens need to grow, my hair is turning grey, they say I’m a pheromone, always floating on the make, don’t want to be alone, denying what is true, forget the rolling stone, your eyes are like jade, I’ll bust any curfew, to search for our remains, on sunny afternoons.