I swear these books have eyes
They cut me up like rotten pine
I don’t pick them up
And they stare me down till I close mine
This garden is brown as ghost town
And her wrinkled leaves are empty streets
Her withered frown it cusses me
But I curl and sleep
Ain’t it a shame the way
I know it is what needs to give
Ain’t done a damn thing
And I bet tomorrow I’ll do it again
My friends all give me hell
Say I’ve turned pillow soft and well
It’s true I guess but Rose
She needs a chest to rest on all day long
A girl in there with long blonde hair
And all she needs is words to please
But I sewed my lips up
With a string of lazy dreams
Ain’t it a shame the way
That time she takes more than she gives
Ain’t done a damn thing
And I bet tomorrow I’ll do it again
My strings are sick they cough and spit
And I’m melting at the finger tips
Drunken lies ain’t worth a dime
But tell me yours and I’ll vomit mine
Count the ways on clouds adrift
They form a maze to navigate
Too many things to see and breathe
You cut me and I swear I’ll bleed dreams
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