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 07:01 pm (UTC)I mean, I guess that's how it looks, but it's not my fault they change their minds!
[All the petulant. The sad part is that he IS telling the truth here.]
It's just that things gets confusing sometimes. And then I'm s'posed to feel bad about it when I didn't do anything wrong in the first place. And I don't like that.
...You were talking to somebody about me?