Bolton

I used to date a wrecking ball.
Golden blonde with an eye for the future.
Dressed like an Indian
Craving fast food and cheap liquor.
Perfect.

Her mouth was embarrassing

But the pussy was as good as gold

And she was rich. 

That's never been my thing.

I'm full of hate at damage

And health care will eventually do me in. 

But I'm not a man to take advantage. 

I wish I was. 

We lived downtown 

Where the Spanish moss

Swayed and the uprooted bricks 

Made for romantic walks to the market when we weren't too hungover 

To crave vegetables. 

She'd work on finals 

And i was flipping burgers 

In the pit. 

And we where happy for each other. 

We'd cook and listen to some depressed black man from the 50's sing the blues 

And remind each other how lucky we where. 

Although the sun never reached that part of downtown, 

I was happy.

She wasnt. 

and I understand;
so it goes.