Pippa

C'mon lets up our game, don't leave it to chance, shuffle what remains, listen to some grounded song, time could never lance, make us feel we belong, sat here watching the rain, sheet down a broken path, why not just retain, glorious times and getalongs, stay well balanced, enjoy rooms with dark marks, rouge my lips sad face, stoke my cigarette glances, wine we drink not chase, can't we just bumble along, flying by our pants, hoping we right the wrongs, light the unlit lamps.