The Dustbowl

spending time with him again

intending to put things back when they were alright

just when we reach dry land why must it all get out of hand again tonight drinking till my tongue got loose

and thinking that the way it used to be was wrong

staying till the evening's wrecked

by saying things just for effect, went on too long

I used to think that you were all that kept me sane

when all else failed

now I think you were

probably what drove me off the rails

talking with our voices raised

walking home to silent days and tears

I said would rather shout

for after all what's love to cry about

I used to think you would hold out best of us all

am I flattering myself

or was I the one who made you cynical?