WE RUB ALONG.
I like lakes and mountains,
you say nature’s not your bag.
You’re all neat and tidy;
I’m as slovenly as slag.
You like going home when
I could go another drink.
You can keep your counsel;
I tell people what I think.
Obviously we are not
as tight as flesh and bone,
but one thing we concur on
is our fear of being alone.
Travis Brow
Thu 19th Mar 2015 06:41
Thank you Natalie.