‘What happens in Rome, stays in Vegas’
She smiled as she said this.
Her ruby lips, the same old nonsense
Another calls. ‘I’ll always call you’.
Her dark lips, same old nonsense
‘Have you eaten?’ , She coos
The dove flies away, same old nonsense
But despite the inevitable
Despite the end, burn, and crash
I’ll still say ‘Hello’ tomorrow
Same. Old. Nonsense
Same. Same. Same. Pattern