Empty Bottle

By Kara Passey

On a winters night
The lights shining bright
And you can't see past the ceiling
The bottles empty
And I lie here waiting
Cause I can still smell you from a few hours ago
And that man you hate
Well we were up talking late
He was convinced I don't know who I am
He said my angers not right
And I'm too weak to fight
And accept God cause I'm straying to the Devil
But it's hard to listen to a man
Who's got that gun in his hand
And he's got the trigger cocked at your temple
I knew he was mad
Things weren't going as planned
Cause I don't love him like I said I used to
When it comes down to this
I'm just sick of his shit
He thinks he knows me
But all he knows is my sex
And I'm so glad that I found
Your kind caring hand
Cause I don't need a lover now
All I need is a friend

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