listen
I dry my hands on dead trees—
that Texas sun-freeze—
Did you hear me say please
It didn’t change a thing
You don’t see me here,
drowning in your last beer
Just the tane in your mirror
I can’t change a thing
You’re not an ink that bleeds,
but I wear my heart on my sleeves,
so take 3 steps away from me
You can’t change a thing
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