hard lines
cold hands
heart broken
and all out of glue
i’m tired of my bones
and all my complaining
the pillow case
smells like my hair
an empty bottle
and all of my fillings
plug my holes
and beat back the pain
woke up this morning
woke up this morning
and tomorrow
let it be
let it go
let them forsake me
i’ll be far from hearing
a lovely guitar
left in its case

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