There are many kinds of broke
Someone broken once just told me
Not the coins that you cant spend
of the thoughts you don't dare think
It's not caring about the cancer
when the doctor says it's forming
it's not sleeping under bridges
outside Rock Springs Wyoming
It's dropping your old habits
so the new girl thinks your clean
It's missed appointments, parking lots
Fireworks and kerosene
There are many kinds of tired
my old body spoke to me
it's your back that wont stand straight
when the tendons start to sing
It's keeping your eyes heavenward
so age wont make you mean
It's dead end jobs, bloodshot eyes
fireworks and kerosene
IF I could only catch on fire
when my passion wants me to
or take a warmer breath
like I've got something to lose
It's something just beyond my reach
a song I don't dare sing
it's missing links, a chance for peace
Fireworks and kerosene
Sep 27, 2021
Sep 27, 2021 at 9:12 PM UTC
There are many kinds of broke
Someone broken once just told me
Not the coins that you cant spend
of the thoughts you don't dare think
It's not caring about the cancer
when the doctor says it's forming
it's not sleeping under bridges
outside Rock Springs Wyoming
It's dropping your old habits
so the new girl thinks your clean
It's missed appointments, parking lots
Fireworks and kerosene
There are many kinds of tired
my old body spoke to me
it's your back that wont stand straight
when the tendons start to sing
It's keeping your eyes heavenward
so age wont make you mean
It's dead end jobs, bloodshot eyes
fireworks and kerosene
IF I could only catch on fire
when my passion wants me to
or take a warmer breath
like I've got something to lose
It's something just beyond my reach
a song I don't dare sing
it's missing links, a chance for peace
Fireworks and kerosene
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