Well You Turned Out To Be A Tramp

Well You Turned Out To Be A Tramp

You walked through town your collar turned high

Cheap little smirk and a glittering lie

Every young woman got caught in your game

Foolishly melting each time that you came

You promised the moon with a cigarette grin

Still every promise wore rotten within

Borrowed some money and vanished for days

Leaving behind just confusion and haze

Well you turned out to be a tramp after all

All of your big talk eventually small

Running through beds like a stray through the rain

Never quite caring whose heart you had stained

Your boots carried mud through every nice place

Still somehow charm kept alive in your face

People kept hoping you finally might change

Though selfishness sat in you stubborn and strange

Now years have weathered the shine from your act

Truth has a habit of slowly fighting back

Bars know your stories better than friends

Same old excuses repeated again

I saw you last winter alone by the square

Older and rough with defeat in your stare

Even the swagger had started to crack

Like life itself finally answered you back

Still part of me mourns who you could have been

Had goodness outweighed the chaos within

Some people waste every chance that they touch

Chasing the world while becoming too much

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