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nd did i mention that there are those days
where i can hardly my head up from the pillow
or looking out the of the plane
for disaster
sometimes i just run out of
but the keeps ticking and the minutes keep coming
and all i can do is to slaughter the hours
let the air out of these
time
staring into corners or at of her hair
waiting for the that tells me where to next
wishing i could trade these words
for hollow point
before every move that I make equals
did i just say
song is not for her
no matter ie said or longed for
or that her name still moves along walls
lives in pen
(ie promises)
song is for Buk, for rane, for Wes, and for Marty
who their barrels oiled and ready
the few I would trade ten days to spend one hour with
rare like a ruby at the of the sea
beautiful the sparrow in the kittens jaw