playing an instrument i know nothing about
pulling on a bull's horns to get him out
riding the train on a rainy day
twirling in the garden before the tornado's bed lay
sinus infection says good morning
coffee's been drained before your knowing
the cat scolds the rats in the ceiling
put on my raincoat and escape for the evening
thought of calling him after strangling her
thought of confessing with a bottle of warm rum
yo hum, yo hum, grab my baby and run
there goes the branch that held my clothes
untied shoes sending me to the concrete floor
the night has just begun
to tell stories for the children of the mourn
i listen well from the corner of my cell
where i think of you whom i gave my heart to
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This is my favorite one.
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