Music’s Lost Redemption


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


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


Widow’s casserole and funeral sandwiches

Bless your heart secrets told with the breath of sweet tea

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