Yours Truly

There’s no sense In me loving you now For the most of many days I’m right here with you For the reason That old men know not The difference in wrong and right The courtesy of my songs Has been driven polite For days in this night I couldn’t sleep Subsequent to headaches too hard to keep Up an down this avenue Sometimes it’s the wrong wishes That are constantly grabbing you Selfishly I’m never tired Weary, I grow unwired I know you think I’m lost No where to go So it appears I’m chasing ghost And these days everything seems scandalous Out for every penny It appears we lost a few too many But don’t turn your back on the boulevard As children Days at a time we used to play in the yard But you got to make a living So a brother’s on the re-up For the national guard And my luck in this time is past par And these days Everybody seems to know my name Here, still I’m barely standing So I hit the scene like celebrity And you could see my followers Gather the fallen pieces of me And though the past years been Like a step child grounded to the attic Simply hella dramatic I guess we have to move past it No need in loving me now I’m nearly gone For the most of many days You were right here with me