Quinn

Rain paints a mean stroke, runs down the windpw pane, shocked again I'm broke, skies shade my empty reach, no funds left for holidays, brings it all back to me, used to feel all aglow, buttered love and intimacy, now all i need are loans, sing to that dismal cheat, escaped on lonely trains, he took what I believed, whistles blow and moan, how to find another way, try with him long gone, one shift on many stays, it hums down the Freeway, Karma will sus him again, shadows mark my bones, makes me cold as slate, it marks all my zones, but I will rise again.