Oh favorite liar
my favorite mistake
the worst choice I'd love to make
You're all I think about
when the sun goes down
and the moon comes around
whispering stories of our past
Tales that never last
Bitter sweet delusional self abuse
the outrageous cost
for thoughts of you
and I am just a broke man
a tattered, blue, and broken man
In need of just a helping hand
to get me through the night
I conjour thoughts of anything
to call your phone and let it ring
then hang up
before sound waves saddle words
and ride them to the very ears
that have dismissed my voice
for all these years