Soiled

What a look for a given name with common sounds and feelings the same A change too much to amuse unfortunate reasons too often used asked only what I wanted to hear no sweet nothings in my ear We left not feeling the same and who really knows when it'll happen again I don't need to get in touch with myself A change at standard rate a simple time to lose familiar ways A parted point of view times taken and raked and gone over and through A new taste came with a pardon she stayed for a while, picked us a garden We left not feeling the same and who really knows when it'll happen again