MY POOR HEART (1996)
Im not coping
Im in a very bad way
Its been a very bad day
Since we last spoke
I was hoping
To hear you saying my name
Say you were playing a game
Just some sick joke
My poor heart
Felt the occasional bruise
When I
Let it out to roam
But I start
To see how much I could lose
And try
To keep it close to home
Are you scoping
For the next victim in line
And will you say you were mine
Or go for broke?
[Chorus]
My poor heart
Has had to suffer a scrape
Or two
Whenever love was posed
Theres an art
To the convenient escape
But you
Left all the exits closed
I am groping
I feel your hand in my hair
But all I clutch is the air
Or is it smoke?
[Chorus]
©1996 Z. Mulls
This lyric is registered with the U.S. Copyright Office as part of the collection THE COLLECTED LYRICS OF Z. MULLS Volume One 1995-2006
An early attempt. Not a good one, Im afraid.