Burning black the past fades back
And I'm stuck here in my youth
The skin is charred, the breads gone hard
but there's no more oil to use
All my sons are falling out
It's never sunny anymore
Bleeding thumbs from shooting guns
The price tag of your proof
The waters cold, and so you hold
Your arms close into you
All these days since I've seen you
You've grown your hair out to the floor
And in the morning windless dew
You whisper softly through the door
Saying
I ain't your man
I ain't your friend
I ain't your man
I ain't a friend
I ain't your man
I ain't your friend
I ain't your man
I ain't a friend
Jun 1, 2023
Jun 1, 2023 at 12:23 AM UTC
Burning black the past fades back
And I'm stuck here in my youth
The skin is charred, the breads gone hard
but there's no more oil to use
All my sons are falling out
It's never sunny anymore
Bleeding thumbs from shooting guns
The price tag of your proof
The waters cold, and so you hold
Your arms close into you
All these days since I've seen you
You've grown your hair out to the floor
And in the morning windless dew
You whisper softly through the door
Saying
I ain't your man
I ain't your friend
I ain't your man
I ain't a friend
I ain't your man
I ain't your friend
I ain't your man
I ain't a friend
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