Jay gave me this little shrug,
Like “Lee,
What can I do?”
And I gave Jay a little nod,
Like “Jay,
What can you do?”
Because we all gave each other
Little things.
A little love,
A little ache.
A little bruise,
A little break.
A little truth,
A little lie.
A little live,
A little die.
But all the littles
Grew up.
And his shrug hardly asked,
“What can I do?”
the way my nod hardly asked,
“What can you do?”
the way we both left it hanging,
We both hung the truth.
For their crimes, here hang the criminals:
We both hung the truth.
Mar 18, 2012
Mar 18, 2012 at 12:47 PM UTC
Jay gave me this little shrug,
Like “Lee,
What can I do?”
And I gave Jay a little nod,
Like “Jay,
What can you do?”
Because we all gave each other
Little things.
A little love,
A little ache.
A little bruise,
A little break.
A little truth,
A little lie.
A little live,
A little die.
But all the littles
Grew up.
And his shrug hardly asked,
“What can I do?”
the way my nod hardly asked,
“What can you do?”
the way we both left it hanging,
We both hung the truth.
For their crimes, here hang the criminals:
We both hung the truth.