In the corners; blowing smoke Sun spitting light, so miserable, our scars Jane's the seductress, late to wait tables Gods that warm her pockets; And something more?
Jules, the lover, had her days Of rosy nights, all wine in the downtown Now, oversized, she cribs and curse Carrying his unholy bastard within; Could she ever forgive?
Josh, all bruised; all smeared Caught in heat in the night club Chasing shadows to sell his smack Crying in dark; a Blondie he banged; Will she ever be forgotten?
Tanned breasts in Miami heat Singing blues; brown lips kissing falling ash Jobs; all to pay rents; ain't no degree here Grilling our hopes to live a day more; Can ever stand again?
Sun shall shine here; on our asses For they say we'll strut one day The walking lot will wait and see Not to stare; to measure our worth; Us to die like this?
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.07 seconds at 5:51pm on Nov 10, 2024 via server WEBX1.