Borrowed
A scratchy old 78 pithily portends the poignant resolution of a passionate affair
You say I'm merely borrowed Like in some old cliché Of a song recording sorrow In some other place, on some other day Well let me tell you, Miss I have no more time, no more love than this Please accept the half I have to give Though sad, this is the life I live * I'm not a book off some old shelf Pen, sweater or a coat I'm a person, something like yourself Just trying to stay afloat So listen to me, Dear Though selfish s...