When I’m drawing blanks from the calibre of weapon in my arsenal

And I can’t see a way to take someone off their self-appointed pedestal

I’d like to say that I go peacefully into the quiet night like a good little poettess

I’d like the knowledge that I can live and let live that I’m not too frustrated to rest

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I think that I fall pretty short next to my own expectations and while I’m falling

From my own self-appointed pedestal I think my engines sometimes start stalling

And as I plunge to the Earth helpless in gravity’s grasp I whisper a prayer to He who created

Mayer nay says the haters the baiters the ones who’d only stop to nod as we commiserated

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It’s all working against us, we can say together and all we needed was freedom

Truth light and the American way forward to jimmy-jam open

A heart so closed off to even the theoretical possibility of light hitting it at an oblique angle

As though it’s steam and scream show would immediately hit the road so bloody and physical

And I’d run over it in my truck but if the reality is that I’m not holding the gun and you are

Then maybe you pulled the trigger on your own devastation and yeah we’ve come so far

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And yet we’re only at the very beginning and feelings have a way of growing out of their boxes

I’m scared of the ammunition that you fire into your own chest so steadily and I think it’s toxic

The masculinity held within a silhouette I can’t see behind and if all that’s left is cartridges

Then I’d rather you leave those cart ridges behind and cross the Oregon trail blowing misses

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Some roads a man has to walk alone and one of those leads straight to his own soul

If you haven’t walked it yet then there’s nothing in the world you could give to fill that hole

There’s a reason the devil always waits at a crossroads bible in one hand gun in the other

She dried her tears on the pages for when you take the gun and she’ll need to start running for cover