They say money grows on trees but my love don't, As you swipe your credit card leaving a high price of posted lies and bitter notes. I just sat there trying to let you know my love don't cost a thing. I just want you too stop standing me up and leaving me too choke on the promises of hickie trails and tender chokes. Making Me gasp for air as you sit and try to Control my life with high price receipts with a kiss on the end of the note telling me "you can't make it and that you had too go ". Forcing me give up hope as you steady try to buy what's already yours. Sending me petty gifts of tiny bracelets covered in silly gold; Not knowing what I need isn't available in stores losing me was a tragedy but I still walked out the door. Leaving your keys by the shore showing you that your love is washed up and dry like the make up Your brought for me trying too make up for another miss lore date on the sea shore leaving the luxury you brought for me trying too keep me,trying to stop me from leaving you for something more....
