Of You
We made love on the table
A nervous grin is hard to staple
We never meant to tip the scale of you
It was never meant to look like you
Mother sighs and sews all night
The dress is pinned at the hem of sight
To make us feel so sad and blue
Address the current trends of you
Leaning back in our lowly manner
I sleep too much and it doesn't matter
I can't escape the fortune too
Since it's all gone because of you
Don't bother me I fair very well
Can't kick or scream on the road to hell
Because we're all walking to
The very edge of being you
bjmorga
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