i am a salesman
my pockets full of sand i call
gold dust
standing at the street corner
your pipe dreams done up in
glitter, chrome, and steel
i am a wishing well
as empty as my promises
bone dry
throw your pennies down
copper against cobblestones
mocking the hint of a sound
empty yourselves into me
i'm exactly what you wanted me to be
Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 9:09 AM UTC
i am a salesman
my pockets full of sand i call
gold dust
standing at the street corner
your pipe dreams done up in
glitter, chrome, and steel
i am a wishing well
as empty as my promises
bone dry
throw your pennies down
copper against cobblestones
mocking the hint of a sound
empty yourselves into me
i'm exactly what you wanted me to be
everybody's a liar, but a girl's got to eat.
