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he jokes about tuscaloosa and being buried in dixie shot in his truck near the border or set on fire for a better purpose had gone down in a tomato fight somewhere in texas, and when he's mad he dredges up all the things he secretly hates about me but'll ne'er admit, 'cause sometimes he doesn't even know what he's feeling, has got all his spirit out in ten arms searching for the best way to put down one sentence-- he's pretty scary when he's angry looks like might just lash out or shoot through my redwood patio 'specially with the threat of his truck runnin' in the background, rumbling in the driveway ready to take him away-- he used all my favorite things to get inside but starts to take them away one by one I tell my mom same, same cause it's the same story, different page, different chapter same book, same shelf, same dust he once said I was what he was tryin' to get back to told me he was takin' his mom to church once brought up the Lord in a dim light but now he don't see the point I'll tell you what, I'll tell you what
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Feb 7, 2017
Feb 7, 2017 at 10:12 PM UTC
Over His Shoulder.
he jokes about tuscaloosa and being buried in dixie shot in his truck near the border or set on fire for a better purpose had gone down in a tomato fight somewhere in texas, and when he's mad he dredges up all the things he secretly hates about me but'll ne'er admit, 'cause sometimes he doesn't even know what he's feeling, has got all his spirit out in ten arms searching for the best way to put down one sentence-- he's pretty scary when he's angry looks like might just lash out or shoot through my redwood patio 'specially with the threat of his truck runnin' in the background, rumbling in the driveway ready to take him away-- he used all my favorite things to get inside but starts to take them away one by one I tell my mom same, same cause it's the same story, different page, different chapter same book, same shelf, same dust he once said I was what he was tryin' to get back to told me he was takin' his mom to church once brought up the Lord in a dim light but now he don't see the point I'll tell you what, I'll tell you what
(c) Brooke Otto 2017 pretty much.
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Feb 7, 2017
Feb 7, 2017 at 10:12 PM UTC
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