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: 2012-06-16 01:09 am (UTC)Things aren't always the way I think they are, that's all. I guess. It's not my fault I heard different.
And anyway. If you really had a problem why keep getting involved? We wouldn't have had a problem at all if you stopped talking to me.
[because apparently there's absolutely nothing wrong with blaming her too; mess only take away the hallucinations and delusions, not the ignorant ideology and pathetic excuses.]