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
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