I killed fifteen and you
may shoot me
if you want to be the sixteenth call
things are silent now in fall
in summer we saw blood as root beer
How you dare complain
escapes me
I’d be wiser in your case
only tell you to your face
I have not much liked you lately
If you wanna dig for an
early grave
babe, you’ve surely found the spot
I got all my time to save
If you were
only fond enough of your head and
hide
I’d hide and let it ride
darling please forget it not
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