Dec 28, 2015 07:25
You asked for forgiveness,
I tried to calm my anger.
Another cheap beer,
another rock show.
There I was again,
waiting under the umbrella-d skyline
with the Christmas light canopy trees;
as my head is spinning
blame it on the whiskey slurs and cheap perfume
my brain, bruised, hurting
for all those things I've let you do.
I'm so glad I never got in-
volved with you.