Johnny remembers the barn
He kissed his first cow in
It burned down two years ago
Johnny holds his head low
Pointing towards the floor
Pointing towards the door
He drinks homemade grape juice
And thinks about how odd
It is that we crush small things
And drink their blood
Johnny does not want to be crushed
He does not like the sinking feeling
He gets when he thinks about
The grey silo that still stands
By the dark patch of grass
That won't grow back again
He wishes the clock would stop
Talking at such a steady volume
Johnny has trouble sleeping
Ever since the barn burned down
Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 5:02 PM UTC
Johnny remembers the barn
He kissed his first cow in
It burned down two years ago
Johnny holds his head low
Pointing towards the floor
Pointing towards the door
He drinks homemade grape juice
And thinks about how odd
It is that we crush small things
And drink their blood
Johnny does not want to be crushed
He does not like the sinking feeling
He gets when he thinks about
The grey silo that still stands
By the dark patch of grass
That won't grow back again
He wishes the clock would stop
Talking at such a steady volume
Johnny has trouble sleeping
Ever since the barn burned down
