Hurricane Breeze A’Coming

Hard to get the stench off When it’s all in your head I felt like an old man once I assume that old man is dead under those floral ridden railroad tracks howling like a bastard ridden wolf Can’t help but cry, old love I never wanted to be a fool And never wanted to be a lover Saw through all my filth and blubber Don’t try to love me girl That’s a task to hard Don’t look at my hand boo Just okay your cards The game is an illusion Of a hopeful life That has no conclusion With all this trife I mean to apologize Being made of riddles is hard babe It’s long to try sorry babe Just leave me tonight Find a nice husband One with might and a cool car Just run away girl But don’t run too far Don’t get lost in the eye of the hurricane Try not to love, fool Don’t try to love me back girl Just play it cool

Theredsalamanda

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