my mum kept on callin' me, just tellin' me to "sort it out"Ghostpoet - Cash and carry me home
sort it out? "Mum, look! Readin' books and takin' tests won't take away the pain in chest!"
the aching limbs, the cider breath,
sparked up your cigarette
lookin' out the window at the world,
I just ain't ready yet.