16.09.20

Empty space 
A hole to fill up 
A vacant vessel 
An empty lot 

This soul is for rent
At the cheapest price 
Give me joy, give me compliments 
And I'll make your night 

A house made a home 
And weekends made perfect 
Just tell me I'm pretty 
Make me feel worthy 

But take it away and I'll tear don these walls 
Rip this house to the ground 
And spit on the floor 

My love is unstable 
I'm no easy feat 
Just a holiday home 
For you to retreat 

A cup that won't pour 
Who has no more honey 
What's that you say? 
Give me back my money 

So I'll put out an ad 
For the next drink of splendour 
And hope that they're willing 
To gulp own my sour nectar