Well they take what they take

and they use what they use.

It's picked clean from the bone.

It's been easier now for I don't know how long but, I've been on my own.

Well they break what they break

off the soles of our shoes.

And it's often stitched seldom sown.

It's been easier now for I don't know how long but, I have spent it alone.

And It starts to feel like Home.

Let the current take me slow.

Distraught I lost your heart,

despite the shape I'm in

I can't fall behind the time;

You find me face down in the ditch again

I lost my train of thought

from patience wearing thin.

A never-ending battle

between intelligence and irrelevance.

And it's all I know.

You were counting your calendar days

until it's done.

I say but, I never listen though

when they say:

"Look at you up to no good,

What would your poor Mama say?"

They take what they take

And they use what they use

Until it's all hope picked clean from the bone

And there's so many left to disappoint

They take what they take

And they use what they use

Until it's easier

And you went off on your own

Will you wait for me love?