• Lost Soul Prayer

    Lost Soul Prayer
    I don't really know if it's
    Supposed to be this way;
    One day we're a poetic
    Kinda Hemingway,
    The next,
    Wheels rollin'
    Headed down the heartbreak highway
    I see first dates
    Morph to forever's
    Under the lure of
    Drunk kisses
    Aided by Bombay
    I see Saturday night patriots,
    Ninety proof with a memory disarray,
    Turn to slow moments, soak it all in
    "This what I love about Sundays.".
    N' then there's you,
    A lost soul prayer runaway
    Taking every good thing
    That is thrown your way
    Believing that even the good things'll
    Given your touch'll
    End in Doomsday if you don't just
    Cut the ties,
    Beat it to the punch
    N' head for the driveway."
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