Janice

I won't leave you alone, know each move you make, even if you lie entombed, believe it if you must, I'm sick of this place, sat here gathering dust, enough for it to show , what a lousy disgrace, you are in your bones, call it another loss, looked at this way, memories cover every cost, porous as a honeycomb, I'm the one who delays, trips to the paupers yard, face what you haven't got, nothing's left to take, no matter what you want, promises on Blue notes, stamp them on your stone, just a bum on the make, I'll still bring you home.