Thursday, 10 March 2011

pour one more

Pour the salt on
I said yeah, pour the salt on.
My broken heart still bleeds
dying from what it needs.
I said pour the salt on
I'm done.

Pour me a large one
I said yeah, pour me a large one.
Bye bitter tasting mouth
slipping further south.
Pour me a large one
I'm moving on.

Load my gun slowly
I said load me up slowly.
no chamber spared empty
no coward you'll see.
Load my gun slowly
this misery.

No comments: