no i can’t change you or her
God’s wrath is disillusioning you
from hearing yourself or me
or all death’s friends
you think you can fix her
a thousand times like each plate
she’s thrown at you and each fist
she’s swung at you
and i’m telling you God won’t remember
the woman that she used to be
and the counselors won’t help you or her
but you’re a fixer man
can’t fix your back from that one time
she hit it with your old baseball bat
but you’ll fix her one day, right?
Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 3:26 PM UTC
no i can’t change you or her
God’s wrath is disillusioning you
from hearing yourself or me
or all death’s friends
you think you can fix her
a thousand times like each plate
she’s thrown at you and each fist
she’s swung at you
and i’m telling you God won’t remember
the woman that she used to be
and the counselors won’t help you or her
but you’re a fixer man
can’t fix your back from that one time
she hit it with your old baseball bat
but you’ll fix her one day, right?
*** angela
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