No One Makes Love These Days

Stranded And Strung out
These Derelictions are superimposing
and Momma only has enough to get us by
But I'm Not tired
I just Haven't slept since you woke up
Alone, and the good part of me died

You crawl the tightrope sturdy as a fork tongue poet
In the back washed lies of a lover
who does all but love
But No one makes love these days

We live from notch to notch
Scar tissue and bruise patterns
Days blend into nights of one liners
and bottom shelf shots off the body
of an angel, who let her horns show
with the setting sun, she fell from grace
And landed in the bed of a loser
And I am losing more than my dignity
Between these satin sheets,
But she's lost so much more than me

Stranded and strung out
Lost and amazed
staring back, through glass cased innuendos
at the weight, of the world
that never wanted us anyways
Now she knows I have my ways
And I always get what I want
But no one makes love these days