Aug 2015
Remembering the time you lent me
your heart, underneath the bent tree
in your mother's back yard.
But god, how I'd rather be
your step-father.
And spend my days upon
your mother's front lawn.
your heart, underneath the bent tree
in your mother's back yard.
But god, how I'd rather be
your step-father.
And spend my days upon
your mother's front lawn.
