Love in a Time of Blah Blah Blah

Wish I could have seen

Your first day in London garish fishnets

Barely seventeen

Now know that I couldn’t write

With nothing to prove

I knew I’d lose you to the reckless moonlight

Now I’m on a plane

Cause easier things are said and done

If I could only explain.…..

Got back on a plane

‘cause my favorite things are sung and done

To much sweeter refrain

Because then one day

I’ll try hard to make you my own

But until that day

I’ll waste away……

Alone

My old days are stuck outside with my old ways

I’m a fumbling abuse, tethered to a noose

Would YOU let me in?

Old doubts to ill inside to be proud

I’m to still inside to prove what you’d like me to prove

And you will not bend

And it will not end

And it will not mend

And I….. Well I aught

Oh but then one day, I’ll try hard to make you a home

But until that time, spend every dime

Count to five, I’m drop dead kind

You’ll never pine for a finer

Goodbye…… good?

Blah blah blah blah

Ha ha ha ha……