Lexi

You know what i mean, loving a rolling stone, narrow face deep seamed, i'm cool but burn with rage, even if he atones, he figures an open gate, just isn't my scene, his journey's are cloned, long past what i've seen, but I prevaricate, the knife is put on hold, why always too late, never safe to heed, the nub of what i'm doing, will he make me plead, wave bye bye to good taste, I have him all alone, my turn now to create, I conjure up a scheme, can still hear him groan, will he break free, when i say leave home?