no time to kill
guns up, spill
fast with just enough crass
moving like hell
no tell, laugh as you whistle your tune
your blues, the way you love you
wrinkles of age
thoughts for the day
promise, agree
you can’t keep
this we know
standing small without the bow
a child, you ask
take your brass, i’ll take my gold
put you on hold and tell them
well isn’t he bold
we’ll always know
how the story goes
the flames that thrive
the sadness you take
the way you can’t wait
for the day the flames take
and death becomes the last goodbye
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