Fickle

Exhuming my prowess to light her way

Thinking I would win the biggest prize

A simple kiss on my sandpaper face

One night of ecstasy might be the best

So

Abandon me since you’ve had enough

It has been so many days anyway

Let the songs of others get you by

I took my chance and came up short

Distract yourself in love’s play dress

Surely I am the dime-a-dozen season

The hole in your canoe, the itch below

Understand that I cannot stay in tow

One more hint before I go to town

He is an empty suit in a wet t-shirt...