Let this be a sermon, I mean everything I've said.
Doesn't have a point of view.
Carve your number on my wall
We'll forget the tears we cried.
Love has a nasty habit of disappearing overnight.
Working for peanuts is all very fine.
Time to rectify all the things that you should.
In the good and the bad books that I have read.
I have had enough, so act your age
These memories lose their meaning.
Sat on her rug, biding my time, drinking her wine.
In the morning waiting for the tides of time.
Must break his back to earn his day of leisure.
Until I do I'm hoping you will know what I mean.