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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