yourworstfriend

Does this song make sense to anyone? It does to me but then I wrote it.

A new career

Take it from the atmosphere
Take a form and keep it dear
I want love, not how do you dos
I want love
Now what's in the news?
Been creeping around
Creeping around
Creeping around doorways
Sleeping around
Sleeping around and now
I want more than dances in the dark
I want more than strangers in the park

It's time to do what doesn't suit me
And bare my soul and not my beauty
Cos I'm an old timer here
It's time to find a new career

Hush, you say, my friend
All pennies come from heaven
And with each is carried a chance to pretend
That the sky's bright again

It hurts my eyes, it breaks my heart
These wicked words won't consecrate the dirt
Cos I'm an old timer here
I'm an old timer here
It's time to find a new career