Hazel

There’s a resolution, caught you in the bar.

Underneath the light, highlighting all of the scars.

I was in no position, but I was overjoyed.

Hold on to the reigns, it’s getting profane.

Onus ain’t around, it’s getting lame.

Hazel, turn your cards up, legs uncrossed, dealer spat you down.

Honest, law abiding, do your best, come to be spat out.

There’s a resolution, where you’re the theatre star.

Hold on to the reigns, it’s getting, profane.

Onus ain’t around, it’s getting lame.

On another plane, uncoupled.

Physical and dry, hiding from the rain.