Saintseneca Hairpin
In my eagerness, preempting sacrifices
In hopes that some divine
Benevolent being or otherwise
Would see me and take pity
Maybe have mercy or something
Forgiving something
Something or other for nothing
But you know?
Nothing feels so bad
Save ornery sun rays
Burn straight through my straw hat
Rage blister my snow skin
Hairpin
And I go away, away
Hairpin
And I go away, away
Hairpin
And I go away, away
Hairpin
And I go away, away
If I lay down, I'm never getting up
If I lay down, I'm never getting up
If I lay down, I'm never getting up
If I lay down, I'm never getting up
With my head half gone, will I carry on? Or
With my head half gone, am I carrion?
With my head half gone, will I carry on? Or
With my head half gone, am I carrion?
With my head half gone, am I carrion?
Nothing feels the same
