Music’s Lost Redemption

I.

She said she only listened to dead singers to make herself sound edgy

He took an overdose of her belief to try to catch her ear

But she fell for the jockey with his top rolled down that made her sing his tune

II.

Magical Valentine’s roses stitching apathetic hearts to half-assed commitments of forced social straight jackets

III.

Widow’s casserole and funeral sandwiches

Bless your heart secrets told with the breath of sweet tea

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