Writing in my little black book I see a girl's sunkissed smile Way across the bar giving me a look That might make a man beguiled I duck down, in no shape for talk Reserved to stuff my nose in a page Full of blue scribbles on white like chalk The pages smell like whiskey and sage
And as I rise from my chair, heading out Paying my tab, that girl seemed to pout But it wasn't a flight, it was a rout This old flame of mine's snuffed out Though I can protest and I can pout My emotions turn tail in disorderly rout
I'm a messenger between two wars Those days refuse to come aboard Sending the captain into trepidation I'm worried my words will trouble Breaking the city underneath the rubble Sending the sect into determination So tell me what happened to this bridge Connecting the two worlds I've created
A worried piece of me Seems to see all the wrong doings Committed along the way I can't change anything And it continues to scratch me Beyond the expressions crossed over my face
don't get me wrong I get what your saying you like your freedom of speech well its ok to hate the right wing but you're up in arms if you speak ill towards the left thats not freedom its still fascism just on a different side
I'm not pleased by the 2 popular parties id like to see em burn to the ground and start all over with just freedom equality and choice to live this life how you want
I dont care your race, sex, religious or political views just dont force it on everyone to each...