Square

up to the gods for making your life a top seller

stare

up to the heavens and become a bearer

of whatever deeds had you done

under the influence of many things

or perhaps none

life is tough, you were never to be a nun

no matter how hard you tried girl

I’m almost sorry.

Having a soul is tough

it ain’t light as a feather

but you have a tough exterior

you’re packing some tight leather

and nothing that happens to you can penetrate that

not even me.

Not anymore

forget all that

float to the shore

reality is simply that we aren’t

we were for a blink of an eye

and never will be together.

Again or anew

let’s quit the ringer.