Ken Stringfellow

You Drew
Take the baby's cane away and hide his little braces Left to his devices, he still wants that rocky road Feed him all your fables and your periodic tables Fabulous, a fatalist is what he wants to be But you drew the poison from me Picked me off the bayonet tree Pulled me like a tooth that kept your nights from finding sleep Move into a bungalow and disconnect the phone line Hello, grace. It's been awhile Your footsteps can go unnoticed That's not to say that you weren't missed But I guess you weren't invited I never lacked for company It's for care that I was wanting But you drew the poison from me Picked me off the bayonet tree Pulled me like a snaggled little loose tooth It's these late admissions that are driving me from sleep I admit that I admire admiration's name But if you come back to my senses, I won't try to reason with you Knowledge gained is knowledge used. It never works out different From Letras Mania