It’s
just
fear
That’s
all
it
is
That
when
push
comes
to
shove
It’ll
all
end
like
this
The Mutual Appreciation Society
Pour
yourself
a drink
And come
sit with me
Let’s tell
each other
stories
Of how we’re
meant to be
Broken English
The words come
In fits and starts
All broken parts
Of what I was
And all I’ll ever be
Now you’re gone
