Gas Station Chocolates

Here's a box of gas station chocolates for all the raunch I've put you through... and a fist full of grocery store roses to wash away a year of black and blue. Enduring is the name of this maze game An ounce of sweetness then flush it down the drain. Never quite meeting love in the middle-always on the fray oh the mind games that I fancy to play sadist mime in a dried-out fishbowl- Spitting out the gravel of the blame happy Valentine's day cracks the crow.