Prelude To Abrasion
Of all the things I could mean
The little dreams we come to be
Beneath the porch lights dim
My mind begins to wander slightly grim
And if you can’t help me seem
A little less worried now
I touched your lips this morning
And walked out on life
Broken beneath a crush
I sat out all night
And if you can help me sing
A little less worried now
Up and against the dawn
If you could help me settle in
A single gasp to bring me to my feet
No reasoning beyond this measurement
And if you can’t help me seem
A little less worried now
Dianna, sweetheart
They let me know of your fatherless damn
Your savior, your breaded Jesus
That’s not who I am
And if you can help me sing
A little less worried now
"Articles from a revolver"
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