Could It Be? Was the Question

Could it be? Not to sound too poetic That I’m alone, unwanted and pathetic Well if we sum all the facts in our hand Then we may find near the answer we’ll land Well I am as we speak writing poetry Something that should be left to Pete Doherty Or maybe a libertine of days gone by For they understood romance would not die Could it be? Was the question asked Thus my self worth is diminishing fast You see I feel a shadow of my forma And I’ll try see if I can inform ya My phone rarely bleeps or dose shudder For my life has seen much more colour It was much more red, yellow, green too If I’m honest now it’s much more blue They used to say I was “man about town” Always a wink, a smile. No frown The tail is classic, once a light burning bright And now it has faded I give up the fight Hang on! Bleep, bleep check inbox Reads: Phil get to the party tonight rocks.