Saturday – Penny Blame
I saw her waiting at the bus stop
No smoke but she was smoking thrills
She didn’t spot me in the shadows
I was frozen simply standing still
When will she
Even notice me
It’s no good to my soul
To be left here ignored
She’s in the corner drinking cocktails
Looks like she can’t get her fill
She didn’t see me in the window
My bones frozen from the snowy chill
When will she
Even notice me
It’s no good to my soul
To be left here ignored