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Published on Dec 11, 2011
after the summer your father got sick, i watched as your roof turned from rocks into sticks. who is your humble, maybe i'll run across him?
there's a train leaving thursday, i'm scared you'll be on it, the bed ridden family keeps me on the farm. i wanted to save you but i realized it's just too late, some heroes aren't meant for saving heroes anyway.
i fired a shot deep into the blue moon, i watched as the man up there cried on his stool, and i said "i'm sorry, can you tell me which one's the fool?" some men are fools without even knowing they're fools.
i stare down a bottle with x's and skulls, poison to fill very inch of my bones. who is your savior, and who is he saving you from? some men need saving more than other men need saving, hun.
i sing away through a bottle or two, my speaker wires are tangled in two, and i'm so lonely.
why should the devil steal all of my jams? i tried to appreciate what i had there, but you made it harder, but darling, i'm okay with that.
and i write a letter to kathy each day, i tell her i love her, and tell her i pray. and she better know that i'm lying, at least that's okay, 'cause we're going to make it out of here some day.
and i read a book on my favorite band, i was inspired for close to ten minutes. i don't know what happened, it just left and flew out the window there. some men need inspiration, and others just need to be scared. 'cause we're going to make it out of here, and go somewhere.
i am dead to you, to you. 'cause i am dead, i'm dead, to you.