Late For Supper

Father told me,
I should always be ready.
Keep myself clean.
If you know what I mean.

He told us stories
About the young bridesmaid
About the guy whose clothes were dirty
He was thrown out of his skirt.
About the son who had returned.

I was off with my friends
I was tuned in to something out here
Forgot all ’bout the time of the end.
The women and the beer.
So sweet my dear.

Now I am locked out of the banquet hall.
The shining guards will not let me in.
And I forgot to change my clothes.
Now I’m too late for supper.

I’ll remain here now to suffer
From my own excesses.
It’s starting to pour down on Vegas.
The worst is that I loss my
Perfect Lover.

Because I didn’t take care of this life.
That’s stabbing me like a knives.
Got no one to blame.
We were all told the rules of the game.
And not to be late for Supper.
As invited by our Perfect Lover.


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