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: 2011-08-31 03:13 pm (UTC)[Sarcasm; can you hear it?]
...Okay, fine. I'm sorry, you've made your point and I won't do it again. Will you put it back now?