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Win (Honey You Win)

well it seems impossible to undo our
lonesome pasts
and we carry more pain than our ol' heart cup
can withstand
we're filled to the brim with the world's
empty promises
and our truth knots become frayed at the ends

and it's as old as this here dream
and it's as tired as I seem
and yes honey you win

there's no more going to the bar on 4th to cop
you've disturbed that leech too much
and I'm begging for you to try and stop

it's as cold as a Wisconsin stream
it's as lost as a disabled marine
and yes honey you win

this love has been shred apart
my heart has been led astray
and I've sung our last part
at least for today

so come back here girl if I'm still the one
you choose to desire
and I just might give you what your sick flesh requires
'cause now the dream's now on hold
the light has lost its glow and the story has been told
and honey you win

 

©2014, Timothy James Swenson