Hobnail

Hobnail


I'm falling out of your graces
I'm like a skin on a cooling stew
I'm stirring up dust just by leaving the room
Honey, just say I'm spent
You know I can't take a hint
Not when it's so inconvenient

Cause what's a slippery slope to your one and only?
Tell me, what's a crawl in the mud to your dear hobnail?
I'm pushing it all back underneath my skin
What's a crying shame more to your Al Jolson?

I'm picking petals like chambers in a gun
One thing to another, just lead me on
If you be the bottle then I'll be the worm
Honey, just say, "You're it"
I'll spin you round a bit
I've still got one last hit, in me

Cause what's a slippery slope to your one and only?
Tell me, what's a crawl in the mud to your dear hobnail?
I'm pushing it all back underneath my skin
What's a crying shame more to your Al Jolson?


March, 2018