(no subject)
two years shy of sixteen
wishing she would act the gap
wearing all she had to give
right there on her sleeve
she let the world take her for a spin
and swore she had nothing left to give
too far gone to bring her back
watch ahead, a strom can dig a ditch
she wouldn't want to loose that pretty reflection
she worked so hard
she paid that mirror
to tell her a lie
another season spreads potential
too pradictably, a rain cloud casts shadows
upon heer wreary head
its April you know so you might as well break
the rains bound to pour down
so get on your slicker and let's go for a ride
two years shy of sixteen
wishing she would act the gap
wearing all she had to give
right there on her sleeve
she let the world take her for a spin
and swore she had nothing left to give
cradling hope in her pock-a-book
scent of desperation
blown off her collar
she shrinks into a want
for something new to start again
she's tired of the same ol' same
she's tired of the same ol' same
deadlines set to keep
thirty years from what she is
ever heard of come what may
she never knew to let fate take her
she keeps the days on oaktag
throughs on her slicker
and wishes thirty years away
another season spreads potential
too pradictably, a rain cloud casts shadows
upon heer wreary head
its April you know so you might as well break
the rains bound to pour down
so get on your slicker and let's go for a ride