scenic moments when things are pleasant and happy
its all state of mind little kiddies
when the guitar was played long enough today
maybe I'm learning it has nothing to do with the keys
and everything to do with the strings
that soothes the angry empty soul
that's not yet travelling the world
that yearns and needs and begs and pleads
and hopes and prays and then bleeds
If only it were truly bleeding then there would really
be a reason for such an angry season.
grow up stupid child ignorant bitter woman
and lick the tasty freedom that's resting on your lips
lightly brushing your hips like a dance or a glass of wine
and be strong in what you do dumbass.