“Scotch and Soda, Hold the Soda”
Sitting in the window sill
dreaming of the days washed away
she is a widow still
the lonely nights aren’t going away
cast her wishes amongst the taunting stars
they’ll grant your desires if you really believe
the room hangs heavy with a formidable scent
beer gin wine whiskey grass and chocolate
the phones ringing sounds muffled
as if it is a call from under Atlantis
the water bogging down the signal
never moving from the window sill
the green paint rolling up and peeling off
like a new poster that wont sit still
her lofty desires cling to the stars
and each night they fall fall fall
being dashed to bits on the rocks
a glass of scotch on shattered dreams
mmm that feels nice going down
closes her eyes and slips her head loose
from the noose she had tied
sitting on the window sill
tip-toeing the balcony rail
she is a widow still
and the weight breaking her shoulders
is not going away
cast her wishes amongst the taunting stars
a big gust of wind oh please she needs the breeze
up on the railing on her toes
just a breeze to go with the scotch
just a breeze to go with the scotch……….

 
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