3.19.2007

There's No Use Cryin' Over Broken Teeth


Thunderclouds attack the repeat button

Stuck with soggy chopped grass

Smells like dust, rain, and recent crimes of passion

Can’t save the busted blood vessels

Can’t prevent the forests from burning down

Coating my sockets in ash from shattered bone

I saw a kid get his teeth knocked out

Now I watch the smoke turn its back as it flows through the open window

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