I played a bleeding banjo
While the sunset failed to mend my wounds
Broken bones, music, and ash st.
That bleeding banjo
Suffer it did
With the cold wetness of lukewarm hemoglobin as its partner in crime
It sent my circulation into overdrive
I’m guilty
But oh so innocent
When the sunset got jealous it cast a vibrant show of melancholy cross its
mended skies
“What a nice day for a rainstorm”, I thought
Conceited beyond belief I search for a new drug
And as incorrect twilights defect
You won’t even notice:
Me and my bleeding banjo break more bones

 
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