dear unlock the door
you're acting like a child
**
My dress shoes on.
The well-kept cemetary lawn.
Both of them weeping.
Their
Such an awful, tragic night
Though I've only done what's right
Even
Blood stains on the carpet
drag her toward the kitchen
blood stains
the volunteers were tired, heads were hanging low
the news had
All the way to grandma's house
I stayed on the narrow
Officer
Please don't haul me in
Though I'm drunk again
I can explain
I
if at first you don't succeed
try, try again
if
