Brynlee

We drink for company, God knows if we're right, this place needs sympathy, the front of house door, cracked out of sight, a window broken floor, just leave us in peace, fear grips our night, cooking's not our being, eyes sharp at their core, glinting each day bright, have no truck for more, he says hold girl easy, arms beseech the sky, nothing stands scrutiny, so happy we're sore, in the morning light, everything turns raw, can you smell the sea, a message from on high, he's not as bad as me, we don't do lies.