WeepingPoet

Scatterbrained

stay lay there's no one coming my way
soothing rooting for the nice guy
where's that deep end we looked down
lacking backing swirling in sacking
I've lost lost lost how much does it cost?

mine whine thine wine
smash crash listening to the Clash
go went gone
red fed up with bloodshed
close pose rose to the occasion

seen green lean on bathroom floor
buy lie my darling
we see key locking every door
dance break a lance with chance
flight fight you might need light

Hand me a glass of water...

Sara K Jansson