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Melted Ice Cream Promises

You swear your word is solid as a silver serving spoon Well, why does it always feels like another mis-spoken dog day afternoon Hotter than July in the middle of June Cast iron sky making fainting hearts swoon Butter pecan words all dressed up in their Sunday best lie Preaching our turn to live the good life will come in the bye and bye But now ain’t the right time to be asking why Melted ice cream promises dripping on our hand Dripping between the fingers Two scoops of empty hope given again Mint chocolate chip words, supposedly solid as a silver dollar Ain’t nothing but soft I Scream jingle heard, making us wanna wipe our hands off around your collar A gallon of Vanilla bean utterances all packed down in a pint-sized box Truth freezer ain’t working though ... just more soft sugar cone lies given to the poor Saying you don’t have to feed the muzzled ox Though laboring all day, we shouldn’t be given minimum wage pay Melted ice cream promises dripping down on our hand, giving everyone sticky fingers But please understand, we ain’t the ones doing the stealing Stolen dreams, stolen hope — Two more scoops of soft black walnut can’t-cope It’s hotter than July in the middle of June Melted ice cream promises dripping ... dripping ... dripping from your silver spoon Give me two more scoops of my favorite I Scream Melted ice cream of broken promise dreams, giving us Rocky Road nightmares But you still swear you really do care You still profess, you silver-tongued devil, how generous you are, as we keep getting less