your dad's sordid history
played risk with your ovaries
then the swing set community waged war
with grass stains and cardboard swords
calling to you with biting words
the plan was to run you through and through
and when you sat softly there
across from me in a broken chair
you knew you had to get free
no weeping from the eyes
no painstaking sighs
you had broken three fingers against a tree
(chorus)
I really wish you had seen
Where the voices hang
When you learn you can't be
Responsible for strange things
i followed you to the basement crease
just to hear a few sad song things
maybe run my fingers against your teeth
the blood was hot as the liquor we shot
and it hung round like a basket of bees
you were shy about how my
calvacade of wander's pride
and minor adjustments lay near
my creaking joints sang in rhyme
while the bed springs and roofing pine
all joined in sweet harmony
after searching all your angles
and feasting on your anger
i let the radio call for relief
just know that the young can't seem to wager
or say no to strangers
when the were born on an listless sea
just know that the young can't seem to wager
or say no to strangers
when they were born on a listless sea
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