Dead End

[tallaslion]

See we break for the summers
so she can find lovers
She treats them like like a bottle of wine
They make you dinner
and they sing you to sleep
but by the morning find the bottle is empty

'Causeshe never gives it the time
Every bottle she finds
They don't compare
to the ones she left behind
There is never a note
So she waits for me to come back home

feeling mellow much? I recommend the 'friggen' format. Theyll mend your broken souls and tired bums. whew