Sour Love Is Like Old Clothes
I learnt a something new. I’ll tell you…
pretty soon your closet is so jammed
and everything so crushed you can’t find anything to wear.
I met you new on the showcase of love I bought you,
In cold nights you kept me warm
I cherished you, kept you clean, tanned your beauty in the sun,
patched you up when you were torn and switched roles to keep you warm.
Tell me, wasn’t mutual our love?
Why appear abused and worn?