Jacket

I keep my jacket on There to warm me when you're gone I never kept a friend for long But I began to want to On the day that I stumbled upon you Sulking at the back Pretty fury dressed in black I don't presume to walk your path But if nobody's worthy All is play and nothing is dirty You are the night well spent I'm your well of good intent None of it grown or provident But were you bound to find me Like a fortune in her own timing We gave in to happenstance And we've barely spoken since Dear, I am sad and unconvinced I was ever good to you But you abide and nothing alarms you --- Jacket - Chris DuPont