It's a Dark Night
hot air hangs like a dead man
from a white oak tree
people sitting on porches
thinking how things used to be
dark night
dark night
the neighborhood was changing
strangers moving in
a new boy fell for a local girl
when she made eyes at him
she was young and pretty
no stranger to other men
but doors were being locked at night
old lines were drawn again
I thought things like that
didn't matter anymore
I thought all the blood
had been shed long ago
from a white oak tree
people sitting on porches
thinking how things used to be
dark night
dark night
the neighborhood was changing
strangers moving in
a new boy fell for a local girl
when she made eyes at him
she was young and pretty
no stranger to other men
but doors were being locked at night
old lines were drawn again
I thought things like that
didn't matter anymore
I thought all the blood
had been shed long ago
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Date: 2012-06-15 01:11 am (UTC)It just makes this whole thing awkward when she's around; it's easier to avoid actual guilt when the victim's dead, after all, and while it was okay as long as they weren't talking about it...]
...do we have to do this out here?