For Your Pleasure


For your pleasure
In our present state
Part false part true
Like anything
We present ourselves

The words we use
All over
Your shoulder
Gravel hard and loose

There all night
With your dark horse
Abhorring such extremes

You’re rubbing shoulders
With the stars
At night shining so bright
Getting older
But you’ll wake up
Soon and fight

In the morning
Things you worried about
Last night

Will seem lighter
I hope things
Will turn out right

Old man
Through every step a change
You watch me walk away

Ta-ra, ta-ra…

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