Scattered Pearls
The clasp broke at the disco Mom I'm sorry
& the older men who hit on Becky
Nearly broke their necks on scattered pearls
& we searched the best we could
For two entire songs we knelt & felt along
The place where we had stood
but we only found 7 of Grandmother's pearls
& as we rode the bus home I thought surely
I'd wake up tomorrow just to find
That I had dreamed up everything
There'd still be pearls on a string
I wouldn't smell like smoke & I'd still
Have the cash that I had spent on drinks
oh I feel as scattered as Grandmother's pearls
Mom don't cry they're only pearls
Autor(es): Owen Ashworth
