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: 2011-09-26 05:40 pm (UTC)I do have friends, though. They keep leaving and it makes me resentful of the people who are still here. Except my wife. I really do like her.
I think you're suspicious and sneaky and if you go near my room again, I'll let the door dissolve you just to see if you learn a lesson.
Pirates were at sea for months at a time and women were thought to be bad luck aboard ships. If there was any fucking going on, it was all amongst themselves.