Frost fell from his fingertips
As he apologized for the score.
He didn’t realize it would hurt her
But she really was a whore.
Set two pence on the table
Against her bashing pride.
She called him names and hit the wall
But she knew the man had lied.
Sometimes all we want is love
What we get is up in the air.
We reach and reach for substinance
But it never gets us anywhere.