Wishbone

am i in love or in a rut

holding on or am i stuck?

got so comfortably close

i can’t the break the wishbone

who will leave with nothing

and who will keep the dog

are we alright or are we not

you scream at bit, i scream a lot

but i’ve learnt not to question

the mother of all lessons

i don’t leave with nothing

i leave with knowing

well at least i tried

i had you for a moment of my life

but leave do as your told

it’s not the kind of love that i was sold

am i in love or gripping tight

the honeymoon becomes a fight

but who will end on top

a cat within the bird flock

you pluck all joy, the fruit of me

you william morris, strawberry thief

oh well at least i tried

i had you for a moment of my life

but leave do as your told

it’s not the kind of love that i was sold