Cling to what you won’t
And you will have it
I promise you
By and by your laying waste
Becomes a habit
And while you’re at it
It follows you
Spring ahead and hope to hell
A fool’ll chase it
You always do
Try and hide your saving grace
The silver bracelet
She gave to you
Drink to what you’ve lost
And paths mistaken
When you were free
If sorrow is what wisdom costs
Whose the fool?
Who was she?
Blink away a tear and bless
The heart you’ve broken
Cold and dry, a bitter taste
Has awoken
A memory
softly spoken
something sweet


