You call yourself a monster
But I’m the one to blame
You found happiness
When I couldn’t find the same

I was only happy with you
Looking into your eyes
Never knowing how much I held you back
Not ever wanting to cut ties

But our story comes to an end
I need to say goodbye
I want to believe that I can make you happy
But we both know that a lie

you said that I should
And I thought that I could

so I did

did y'
see

the people all sang along

like my song was one the a.i.
knew all along abs abs ab
solutely
prophecy new, like the gourd in Jonah's whale of a story,

from when we were kids and hope was a thing

we imagined we make something of.

It was love, according to the songs,
grace according to my grandpa;

works was what my one uncle said, be an Adventist
see the future in the past and grieve before hand.

My mama, she was everything mother's little helpers and
electro-convulsive therapy,

at un disclosed cost
could
trans mogrify her mind to be,

but she had blesst me,
bless my heart, my heart
his heart she said
bless his heart and

she said that t' God.
probably,
'might a been like when ya sneeze,

idle words, or
it could be secret motherlove leaven
craven for
warred for,

now free flowing from that woman at the well. Thru the pipeline I won from the Koch's