Wrecking Ball

My live has been nothing but spit.

Wrecking Ball

Down in the years and I can’t go back.
A weary traveler shouldering his pack.
The sun’s gone down 
and the water’s turned black.

The smoke of this fire is burning my eyes.
I turned coals and thought through my lies.
A long time passing
and those short goodbyes.

I’m on the hook for too many things.
Time to bring out the tissues and stri…