At words poetic, I'm so pathetic. That I always have found it best,. Instead of getting 'em off my chest,. To let 'em rest unexpressed.. I hate parading my serenading.
In the spring when the feeling was chronic. And my caution was leaving you flat,. I should have made use of the tonic. Before you gave me that!. A mental deficient you'll grade me..
Sleeping all alone, cold bed and an empty home. I'm waiting for the daylight. Bottle on the nightstand, doing all that I can. To make it through another restless night..