lying next to you

stories you tell

Her hands are like machines
She couldn't stand it anymore
Barn widows have no husband by morning
Momma was kneading in the dough
Hide my face behind rotting hay bales
Can't cut them loose with scissors, teeth, or fingernails
I wanna run through the fields like a queen of Western sunshine
Baby, you're fear is born from a bad sense of wasted time
Let's break through this noise
Aren't you tired of assuming joy
And aren't you done being kind
Someone takes from you and 
Sips from it on long nights
Armchair creaks trailer dreams
a thirty acre melody
We could leave home like it was
a box filled with bad memories
Summer sweat is sweet upon a young tongue
And I get what I want just when I want
Let's break through this noise
It's not assuming, when it is joy it is joy
And it is kind to be kind
It's not about getting yours 
It's about growing what you've felt inside

Jefferson

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