You left in the morning.
You left on your own.
Your brother said, “sorry.”
Your mother said, “call me.”
Your father said, “go.”
The road wasn’t easy.
It wasn’t too long
before you were bleeding,
lying and cheating,
and selling your soul.
You built up your barriers.
You built up your walls.
You curtained your windowed eyes,
deep and sinful.
You furnished your no’s.
They took you for dinner.
They took you for drinks.
They took you out shopping,
shaking and hopping,
so shimmy and wink.
They took all they could, yeah.
They left you with nothing.
You put on a show.
You let your eyes roll now.
You let your eyes wander.
You let your mind go.