A Time For Wanting

i keep my hart on my sleeve keep the rest to my self i want the book that is not on the shelve i want love i want money i want anything i cant have i want the card that is not on my hand i want to win everything i can everyone knows when its time to give up but that not me i keep coughing up i keep my life simple i keep my life free my dealer knows he got my soul to keep my black belt jeans my my blue eyed girl my over watered soil all in a whirr el but ill drink my wine ill write my line and i wont hurry best to take my time