Candles and Cognac

It's now a little easier to handle

Thoughts at the end of a long day

She's around my neck like a noose

Instead I wish she'd squeeze my juice

Feelin' like a cold Italian pizza, anyways

And it's just about another day to drive

Another stop where I don't order fries

There's a lot on my mind and on my plate

And maybe I miss my parent's front gate

Ah, so easy to make friends but so alone

It's close to 4 a.m. and I'm rambling on again

There's a place called somewhere I call home

I'm running out of money but I still got time

She certainly smells debt on my new collars

Isn't it harder to make those American dollars

So I drown with the clowns almost everynight

I let go under in a big claw foot cast iron tub

I can surely use a little Japanese rub and tug

My feet are so tired in these dirty stinky boots

And I'm not really sure about these rusted roots

Candles and cognac as your nails scratch my back

I'm going to go see a therapist for what I may lack

Candles and cognac and I already start to feel back

Candles and cognac and I'm feeling a little rockstar

Haven't you heard? I don't need you at all to go far

written around midnight December 20, 2008

Best of December's Roses,
John Alan French

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