Norah

Love holds the door ajar, hair spills down my face, lovers don't get very far, sit around looking cool, watch silken trees at play, act like being Dudes, you whisper about your Da, just another blatent, lonely as a shooting star, the money he's tooled, said he'd put away, took all of us for fools, now drives a burnt out car, banished from charades, no room here for sharks, you'll drain his pool, forget the hurt he makes, rid that other part of you, stop his tab at the bar, let him feel the pain, try to live without scars, who is he anyway ?.