A small bit of contact
held on too long
Wince or write another angry song
'Cause after twice a lapse in trust
you'd have all been turned to cruft
After all, 'twas me did fall
................

Had you forgotten?

.................
Or was it me, seemed skinned the knee?
Now dead was the fly and buzz in the bee
Sigh of air and glimpse of hair
'Twas dusk till moonlight  brought me there
Heavy rain, tainted blame
Broken drain on the window pain
That same rain, did keep me tame
Keep me tame with ball and chain
That small bit of contact
Oh a challenge failed
To be ignored or to be inhaled