PaisLee

Lit up at some ocean bar, well beyond hurricane zones, searching a forgotten Da, only fools pay dues, let you drink alone, leave you here to stew, you can only go so far, before the line unfolds, start to skimp in parts, even without a feud, on throwaway 'phones, your ravaged face is fused, your hair's like tar, Saints reveal their bones, where has he gone now, the trail is well used, far away from home, TV circles around you, yours is not a lucky star, nothing on the high note, this place is all heart, stories lover's joke.