The Smoke Sent Out Of His Nose
12 Mar 2011 Leave a Comment
in Poetry
Give me a calling
I’ve been seduced
These jealous men
Can no longer be produced
In my head you’re gone
And you’re never coming back
Crushed like glass under boots
I’m going to go out tonight
Just to forget you
Well baby we had our glory days
Laying on the gravel
Watching the sunrise pass
As we slowly unravel
And there’s no amount of lemon
That can chase those memories away
Baby I’m not saying you’re sour
But you’ll be pinching nerves
If you stay for one more day
I can kick and I can scream
But you ain’t never going to get the news
That I’m not ever going to be in love
If I don’t get to be in love with you
It’s a choice I didn’t get to choose
My mind is set on chasing stones
Towards the stoned
Man – with the smoke sent out his nose
Down the road
Maybe we will work together
But I don’t think I’ll ever do better
As soon as the high
Subsides
You’ll realize you’re alone
I hope it’s not too late
For a stoner’s fate
Towards the girl who will wait
Too long for the smoke to rise
Towards the stoned
Man – with the smoke sent out his nose
