those nights

those nights

those nights

 

Fella

 

And then the shenanigans began 

That strange vacation

When I walked in and out but back again

Caught your commonplace sin 

The couch and cushion

Kissin’, pushin’, kissin’

 

I called you a dollar

You called me a whore

Are our lives so much better than they were 

Than they were 

Those days before?

 

Fella

 

When the wallets you wore

Were hooked by a chain

And you never even bothered

To ask my real name

 

You let your beard grow 

Like all your friends did

We called you unique

Like the tattoos your long sleeves hid

 

Fella, you ain’t got no call

Fella, there ain’t no grace in your fall

Fella

 

Maybe it’s time we break and call this quits

I’ll spend half my lifetime recovering from the feel of your zits

On my tits

Itty bitty bits

Betrayals and tricks

Ah crap!

Give me a kiss

On my sour, sour lips

My sour, sour lips

 

Fella