see the purple redbuds grow
boy have i been feeling low
all hope was lost so long ago
my only cure is dry pinot

oh dear God, what’s wrong with me?
redbuds blossom on the tree
bruised and ****** at the knees
will Heaven be where i feel free?

dad, i hope you’re doing well
seems you’ve fallen, i can tell
heard you weep in that voicemail
you know i’m bound to go to Hell

redbuds see me shake and cry
new years eve, a noose i tied
i didn’t think i’d see july
they only turned their blind eye