Some form of credible devotion
keeps me here from five to nine
I don't blame it nor berate a
drop of snow in the sea of sighs.
"Kid that scoreboard doesn't know you,"
you too, a wall controls you?
what a sight to see in person
we're alike and breathing air.
you'd think I'd feel after some days
but I've no waste to time ratio
I don't care about the spades
only aces, to then raise.
"Kid that scoreboard is misused,"
I too sir, I do muse
where's the cellar? take me there,
lay me and my bones with care.