good days are always ahead
it’s the old ones
that brake my knuckles
on the dead
the ones that leave
are the ones that linger longest
get lost in the weeds
wind in the tall grass
a wave upon the sea
i wander far afield
but always come home to you
baby
my heart is a honky tonk
a fettered beast
a stolen lover
a bed full of eels
and maybe i’ll see you
and maybe i won’t
maybe i won’t.
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