If I could I would
If I could I would
says the most
sedimentary broken record
and my record player is
broken
someone tore the
chord out in the back
like someone tore the
piece out of your heart
and took too much Hope
from this little light of mine.
Hope is what is left
when he tells you he doesn't
love you anymore.
Hope is the smell of a campfire
on the coat you let me
borrow.
Hope kept me warm and
it will keep you warm
when you least expect it.
it's a namesake, not a joke
don't forget it
Hope doesn't live in Graceland
or in Ianville or in Joetown
but in your precious, little broken heart.
bird's wings will heal and so will you, Hope.
Dec 29, 2012
Dec 29, 2012 at 4:39 PM UTC
If I could I would
If I could I would
says the most
sedimentary broken record
and my record player is
broken
someone tore the
chord out in the back
like someone tore the
piece out of your heart
and took too much Hope
from this little light of mine.
Hope is what is left
when he tells you he doesn't
love you anymore.
Hope is the smell of a campfire
on the coat you let me
borrow.
Hope kept me warm and
it will keep you warm
when you least expect it.
it's a namesake, not a joke
don't forget it
Hope doesn't live in Graceland
or in Ianville or in Joetown
but in your precious, little broken heart.
bird's wings will heal and so will you, Hope.
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