the last bridge you burn • the sorrow bait by which you troll your next turn
does it come easier now • why buy the horns when you’re milking your new cow
greener pasture • art class lets you graze for what you’re really after
a sliver of your hope
all you allow to cope
preying on the dumb
until you find The One
bridges you burned before • keep the recruit naked while you’re keeping score
always flog outdoors • if they reveal themselves just make jokes about their sores
the water too cold to bear • spare yourself from the ice you’ll soon make them wear
sentence them to fate
your happiness will not wait
the water gives you mold
no mercy on those you sold
the bridge you now employ • now that you know better than to walk all over boys
sticking to your guns • why stand on shoulders just so you can make them run
the marathon of you • run them thirsty so they burn a brighter blue
soon comes wedding time
toasting everyone holding wine
look back on your smokey wake
the bodies of every soul you fake
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