My Heart Is Too Weak To Hold A Grudge, But For You, I'll Make An Exception
You said I moved like a movie star whose name you can't recall, sang like a windmill or time capsule, I am no longer alive, just a memory you can't grab hold of. Shaking at the sight of land or misery, I watch as you choke on your words. Broken blood vessels call me back home to hills of winter's fever, all of my friends looked like ghosts.
Everything means nothing to me, stored away in a violent storm or shotgun shell.
Everything means nothing to me, a lie I shouted to Your bedpost and collarbone.
Warming myself in visions of a woman I'll never love as much as I hate myself, I keep watch of the water in my shoes as I trudge through this snow-filled driveway and set fire to your home. Waiting fourteen months for the dust to settle, just to hear you say my name one more time.
Jordan Alan Brown
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