First kiss again

I met this young girl at a bar, and she says to me, "you write poetry, how hard can it be for you to write song lyrics.".
  Admittedly at the time, there was drinking, kissing and a VERY disproportionate flow of blood to places other than the part of the brain that warns against these things, but I thought - at the age of 45, I have very few virgin experiences left and this might just be one of them.  Sure I have rhythm and music, but was she right?  Was something else lacking?
It was then we decided to create a band known as Meet Rabbits...
After meeting again, and seeing each other naked, I told her I would see if I could write a song lyric of the ilk that kids groove on today.  I wrote several versions of Sugar,Sugar, I'm a believer, and I am a Lineman for the County, before finally creating the word salad that appears below.
So NOW with a heavy hand, and slightly sore junk...

The Lucky One

I only left a little scar

No one will hardly notice

Simply apply the make-up 

and smile like a clown

A little lip and lifeless

You could be dull and grey

cover up the truth and live as if,

you never age

I remember a ghost of a hand

where only my wrist is

and I'm not sure if the blood on the floor is mine

Was that a knife

a gun

a bomb

or did you just think that about me

Actions speak louder than words

Fear speaks LOUDEST of all

Can you see the tears of joy

behind the sorrow...

at least we have tomorrow

Chorus

All I wanted was Everything

you could only give me love

All I needed was Everything

you could only hold my hand

I gave you LOVE

and you kept asking me for EVERYTHING

Dabuoy