Confused Blues

i say much, void and bland

words that fell to disuse,

and you will not understand,

cause i wear my necklace like a noose.

not all that glisters is of gold,

cheap concrete and some plex-glass

and the wind blows bitterly cold

so i wear my noose like a necklace

don’t want to know where i’ve been,

many scars I show, or a bruise,

you could hear the pain , that i mean,

why i wear my necklace like a noose.

there is no hope to retract,

nature it is, and so feckless,

the spilled milk can never pool back

so i wear my noose like a necklace

spring’s in the air, i don’t swoon,

flowers won’t bud on my spruce,

even the connifer thinks I’m a loone,

better wear my necklace like a noose.

signs all around , they impend,

please forgive this vile trespass,

but if you have no sugar to lend,

i’ll wear my noose like a necklace.

i wear my noose like a necklace,

it fits well when its loose,

it’s my fickle fashion, i’m so reckless,

so i wear my necklace like a noose.