Long Line from Idle Hands by Ian Fisher

looking like Betty Page when I look back
oh how it faded so fast
I bet I’m not the first to think that
and I bet you won’t be the last

in a long line - in a long line
of strangers I have met
in a long line - in a long line
of lovers I’ll forget

felling like a Hemingway when I read it
the honesty in the weakness
of words I wrote and repeated
to make me try to believe it

but don’t we all lie?
don’t we all try
to be better than we are?
don’t we all break?
don’t we all scar?

in a long line - in a long line
running from my door
in a long line - in a long line
that I’ve been down before

in a long line - in a long line
of poses I have struck
in a long line - in a long line
of fights I’ve given up

• Folk
• americana
• country
• indie
• St. Louis