Drinks

She’s just around the bend , To fall from all she couldn’t mend Gallows and despair is what she said. Sir, will you break me free from a penny of pain and misery. Oh ma’am I must confess I have neither a bill or gift for you. But a cold-eyed brew, in our sad tale we shan’t let ourselves sink from what we know. As your problems are to me like phantom pains. I saw a woman once like you, in struggle with justice and will, confused with how her soul couldn’t lend her wants to spend Oh ballad of melancholy. Sip away the hurt of tomorrow in today’s bottle give me a reason to hold on, before my time is gone. Broken souls we are, trapped in the hue of despair. Without a care, the jaundiced flame broke me. And changed my view, what has the world come to She’s just around the bend , To fall from all she couldn’t mend Gallows and despair is what she said.