Sure Shot

by

Dancing in the moon beams

like when we were kids
Sarah's in a suitcase

trying to forget
Everything we've told her

about how life goes on
Sawyer's in the corner

playing his favorite song
Ryan's in the back

smoking his tears awake
Jason's in the front

loving his life away
And here I am

locked up in the bedroom
With my shattered mind

and this pathetic broom
Trying to clean

everything I've fucked up
Forget, my heart,

being roughed up
Just like me

to forget who loves me
When there's that

one woman who shuns me
Farewell, fuck you

I never liked you anyways
I've always loved you

I'll come visit you someday
Your brand new baby

clinging to your breast
The insecure father

puffing up his chest
So, plans don't work out

and dreams are for little kids
Sawyer start that song over

I want to hear it again

NEXT?
Why don't you look at Yoda
by: Neil Heron
from: Surrey, England, UK

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