Bleeding Lines
Things are looking up she said
Smiling through her husband’s tears
Held a gun to her own head
She’s been doing that for years
What is done can’t be remade
This was spoke with trembling mouth
I’m content with this charade
Just give some equal time down south
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There’s an ocean in her eyes
There’s a desert in her heart
There’s no passion in her sighs
There’s no meaning in her part
She’s bleeding lines
What a way to start a morning
This delivered with conviction
Sun comes up no early warning
She’s still stringing out the fiction
They’ve got limos on account
Thanks to his impressive bankroll
Cars with horses she can mount
With each ride she cuts her own soul
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Big wide-eyed on her adventure
Weeping as she rolls the night
She wakes up next day to make sure
And admits it, “he’s alright.”
Here she is at the conclusion
Slides between a rock and hard place
So he leaves in the confusion
She stays home in tourist lace
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