I’m just a man looking for a woman and a therapist
One to fix me, one to love me, in any order
And you, you’re just a lovely, sweet, spoiled
Left by a father, whose death ruined you
It burns like a wildfire, ebbing in all directions
Our duo resembles a bear and a bear trap
While the poacher of souls trains his stare on us
Chewing tobacco with a tear in his shirt
With a wife somewhere, with all her chords in the proper sockets
Bored, dumping her love down the sink with the extra beans
Running the water we’ve come to share like barroom jokes.
And back to you and me, it was only a month; and I loved you
You never knew, because stitches never love a wound
They fall away frivolously, and anonymous
Much like us, now, with alarms of harder times burning in our ears
Yet the sound never fades, it sticks around like the old friends
The ones who helped you before you were famous, or infamous
Jun 20, 2017
Jun 20, 2017 at 6:22 PM UTC
I’m just a man looking for a woman and a therapist
One to fix me, one to love me, in any order
And you, you’re just a lovely, sweet, spoiled
Left by a father, whose death ruined you
It burns like a wildfire, ebbing in all directions
Our duo resembles a bear and a bear trap
While the poacher of souls trains his stare on us
Chewing tobacco with a tear in his shirt
With a wife somewhere, with all her chords in the proper sockets
Bored, dumping her love down the sink with the extra beans
Running the water we’ve come to share like barroom jokes.
And back to you and me, it was only a month; and I loved you
You never knew, because stitches never love a wound
They fall away frivolously, and anonymous
Much like us, now, with alarms of harder times burning in our ears
Yet the sound never fades, it sticks around like the old friends
The ones who helped you before you were famous, or infamous
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