The Telltale Heartburn

 There are those who can sing 

and those who are kneelers … they pretend they are praying to gods for their Bills or their Steelers

To the women and girls who make me beg to be lonely … the ones with the lawyers who can pay to be my only 

To the ones who take charge

And the one living large

To each picture you make

For each chest from which you take

I haven’t forgot

I’m just where you are not

And the day that you die

You’ll know someone who will cry

Let it be me

With no guarantee

Let your love 

Let it be me 

There are those who can’t sing … convinced their bell does not ring … brain washed to believe … you must marry to be wed and conceive … and there are those who conform without the right uniform … because the right war will bring … another living thing

Without a contract

The blues you bring will come back

So go forth and multiply 

You’ll just make one more cry

Let it be me

With less company 

Let it be me

Let your next love be me

The best propositions are overheard by each chief … every promise you make will turn each heart toward more grief … when your souls had enough you’ll just begin to devour … there’s no shortage of those sweet inside to turn sour

Move to LA

To get away from yourself

Go south to repent

For your love’s heaven scent

You own to charge others rent

Don’t say goodbye

Don’t look like you try

Don’t ever seem like you care

Don’t ever say that I told you where

Let it never be me

Let you never be me

Once you bite them you’ll see

That you will never be me

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