Zara

Love holds the door ajar, my hair falls down unkind, nowhere gets me very far, am pretty on a stool, drink a little wine, God knows I need a few, you ask about my Da, Oh he’s fine, stuck as usual at the Bar, the money he blew, within that sourball light, poured for another fool, cruising in her fast car, he jokes around her lies, thinks he's a real star, there’s nothing cool, about the hurt inside, except its part of you, wish i wasn't such a nark tears fall from my eyes, wonder why I'm scarred, staring at my time.