I had to pop my watch to see me through until pay-day.

They were drunk and slow and she was quick to her boot and quick with the blade and she had sliced one across the arm and the other across the cheek before either could put together what was happening.

I was in your arms Thinking I belonged there I figured it made sense Building me a fence

the fruitlesse end Of thy vaine boast , and spoile of love misgot