I take the long walk home recalling words that made me hurt. Picturing you in one of your wardrobes worth of cashmere skirts.
I'm tired of the back and forth between the watering hole and Kennoway Drive.
His coat holding your shoulder was hard to see but we both believe in a solid goodbye.
As the fog is thinning, I see you there with new short hair.
The outline of another man beats me to your hand and within an inch of my life.
I'm tired of the back and forth between the watering hole and Kennoway Drive.
His coat holding your shoulder was hard to see but we both believe in a solid goodbye.
I am told that a stitch in time, it saves nine or so.
But, what do I know?
Easy come, most difficult to go.
I'm tired of the back and forth between the watering hole and Kennoway Drive.
His coat holding your shoulder was hard to see but we both believe in a solid goodbye.
