Every wedding has a shotgun
every corner has a ghost
on the outside I appear alive
middle in is all compost
watching my feet for I fear the eyes
I give as much as is taken away
travelling on an empty tank
every sunset erases a day
because there are magnets all around me
and I am metal from a scrap heap
what's coming off and out's astounding
every hole empties, no matter how deep
and every corner has a ghost
every woman walks away
and every garden seeds it's weeds
every resource falls short of need
I don't have anything left to bleed
nothing left to share today
my chain is missing it's most important key
still too many bills to pay.
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