Bubble Gum


3 different colours in your hair
A new tattoo on your neck
A symbol of enlightenment
u spent your rent cheque to get
Desperate not to care
Well tell your turning head
Wanting me to glare
at your new found friend

Will he still have your back
If he knew this was all pretend
Those hipster coloured accessories
Are painted in oil on an indie scene
You still listen to Genesis
When you think Nobodies listening

I see through you
And your new found groove
If it wasn't for
the bubble gum
On the sole of those
leather boots
You'd be Sinking in the sand Inside the hourglass of this tune.

  • Author: Edthepoet (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 1st, 2017 09:30
  • Category: Friendship
  • Views: 22
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  • Tony36

    Great write

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