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Poison Oak
Poison oak, some boyhood bravery.
When a telephone was a tin can on a string,
And I fell asleep with you still talking to me.
You said you weren't afraid to die.
In Polaroids you were dressed in women's clothes.
Were you made ashamed?
Why'd you lock them in a drawer?
Well I don't think that I ever loved you more,
Than when you turned away.
When you slammed the door.
When you stole the car,
And drove towards Mexico.
And you wrote bad checks,
Just to fill your arm.
I was young enough.
I still believed in war.
Well, let the poets cry themselves to sleep,
And all their tearful words will turn back into steam.
But me I'm a single cell, on a serpent's tongue.
There's a muddy field where a garden was.
And I'm glad you got away,
But I'm still stuck out here.
My clothes are soaking wet,
From your brother's tears.
And I never thought this life was possible.
You're the yellow bird that I've been waiting for.
The end of paralysis.
I was a statuette,
Now I'm drunk as hell,
On a piano bench.
And when I press the keys,
It all gets reversed.
The sound of loneliness,
Makes me happier.
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Makes me happier.
The sound of loneliness,
It all gets reversed.
And when I press the keys,
On a piano bench.
Now I'm drunk as hell,
I was a statuette,
The end of paralysis.
You're the yellow bird that I've been waiting for.
And I never thought this life was possible.
From your brother's tears.
My clothes are soaking wet,
But I'm still stuck out here.
And I'm glad you got away,
There's a muddy field where a garden was.
But me I'm a single cell, on a serpent's tongue.
And all their tearful words will turn back into steam.
Well, let the poets cry themselves to sleep,
I still believed in war.
I was young enough.
Just to fill your arm.
And you wrote bad checks,
And drove towards Mexico.
When you stole the car,
When you slammed the door.
Than when you turned away.
Well I don't think that I ever loved you more,
Why'd you lock them in a drawer?
Were you made ashamed?
In Polaroids you were dressed in women's clothes.
You said you weren't afraid to die.
And I fell asleep with you still talking to me.
When a telephone was a tin can on a string,
Poison oak, some boyhood bravery.
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