by Johnny Ioannidis
What did you leave in your wake? An odyssey cut short, all for the sake of some cheap thrills.... and countless spills.... How many promises would you break? Time was your buddy, your ever-present ally. And money; better than any alibi Meant to mingle, all summer single, Where the limit was the bowery or the sky How easily you could throw away A love that, some would say, Was truly infinite if only for a minute You robbed the sun of its every ray. Alas, the trail is now cold. All that you owned, easily sold. A few memories may remain, But there, in the back of your brain You'll not forget a girl worth your soul in gold.
What did you leave in your wake? An odyssey cut short, all for the sake
of some cheap thrills.... and countless spills....
How many promises would you break?
Time was your buddy, your ever-present ally. And money; better than any alibi
Meant to mingle, all summer single,
Where the limit was the bowery or the sky
How easily you could throw away A love that, some would say,
Was truly infinite if only for a minute
You robbed the sun of its every ray.
Alas, the trail is now cold. All that you owned, easily sold.
A few memories may remain, But there, in the back of your brain
You'll not forget a girl worth your soul in gold.
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