Posted on 05.04.23 2:24AM under Uncategorized
Hand me a beer and a cigarette
I need you near me to help me forget
You told our secrets to our lasting regret
We can get caught now, not now, not yet
You can come back to me
That’s not reality
I can’t sleep
There are no dreams to keep
I stole my name back from the avant-garde
If they take me down I will die hard
Give me a bandaid and a hallmark card
My wounded inner child is ancient and scarred.
You can come back to me
I have to disagree
I can’t sleep
There are no dreams to keep
Written, performed, recorded by Malcolm Wong
Sax by Jason Gay
Female Vocals by Carmen
Photo by Peter T. Brown
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