work in progress

Older, wiser, better looking fellas

Round every corner looking out for someone like her

And I don't remember ever learning

How to make this work

If you can fake it til you get it,

That's good enough she said

But if you never really make it, 

Guess that's just the way it goes.

And the scenery may change

But we all stay the same.

But there's nothing much, to get you down,

We're all just trying to get by

Back to the home our parents built.

So if this isn't working out

I guess we better call it quits.

I said fine, I'll see you round

And meant it too, I'm pretty sure.

But now the streets all look the same,

And I still can't figure out 

How to make things work.