A jest,
Be my guest,
take a drink from from my glass.
I need nothing from you.
you're just a girl from my past.
A shadow of boredom,
a cold mental stare.
A dear little miser,
too golden to spare.
You keep to yourself,
and you hold your head high.
Dream without mourning,
and you will be mine.
A little too late.
A little too long.
Be with me broken one.
Sing me your song.