Pauper's Wine - Mordred

On the roof something wasn’t clicking

Like the blade on a pocket knife that just won’t unfold

Rain on my face couldn’t help my disposition

It was clearly a mission for the comfort of the road

Passed me by one too many times

And the wick get old but I’m fine

Save your pennies and your pity

Save them all for pauper’s wine

Save for pauper’s wine

Help me up, help me off

Merge through the exit in three quarters of a mile

She was the light of day, but she was never mine

Took just enough to make me smile

In the dark, I know that’s where she kept me

And it never bothered me, until the light

Shining, I can handle the truth I said

Passed me by one too many times

Wick gets old but I’m doing fine, doing fine

Save your pennies, save your pity

Save them all for pauper’s wine, save for pauper’s wine

Blinker’s on the blink I think and chuckle to myself

With the nova through you

Gas 'er up and never stop until she drinks the bottle drop

I’m feeling right