one day your pain will be my muse
and we, we'll laugh on beer and booze
remembering freedom in a hand-grenade
bedtime stories and long-gone serenades.
deep within this chest of mine
i know there is a clock and time
they tell me when to loose myself
to cut the rope and flood the well
and houses have no meaning now
they've left us with a field new-plowed
although i'm grateful, i confess
in all this newness lies a mess.
3 comments:
jesus h christ on a pogo stick this is good
haha thanks? I think that unsettled is one of the most important feelings. And I was certainly not settled, but in a good way. Also, I feel like this could be a song. you should make it one.
oddly i sort of feel like this could go to the tune of "american pie" by don mclean. right?
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