the holey grail of losses

in my head your like an old refrain
i cradle your reducing memory
in the sieve of my tempered brain

melancholy fills my eyes to the brim
blindly i move through my dominions
searching for my loves pseudonym

but love ain’t got no other name
time doesn’t hang out on crosses
searching for salvation through fame
it simply runneth out
the holey grail of losses
the holey grail of losses

there’s a butterfly effect when one does wander
as a tumble weed through ones past
where only dusty recollections remain to ponder

i come back to see my reflection has changed
to face the image of regurgitated decay
to hear the echos that will leave me deranged

cause love ain’t got no other name
time doesn’t hang out on crosses
searching for salvation through fame
it simply runneth out
the holey grail of losses
the holey grail of losses

licking salt to absolve all of self pities venoms
tequila shots to put away my demons
in a bar from dust till dawn sucking on lemons

i have another brush with the old street sweeper
who drops the trashcanbard back home
its a grim touch that cures the heart of a leper

cause love ain’t got no other name
time doesn’t hang out on crosses
searching for salvation through fame
it simply runneth out
the holey grail of losses
the holey grail of losses

© bg 2016

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