moonbeams, flying machines
i’m as sane as jane
moonbeams, flying machines
i’
Daddy come home just before dawn
Drunk and punching the wall
Momma,
they thought that summer would last forever
but soon september was
again, you packed up slammed the door, i fell out
some days there’s no pleasing any woman
i bleed and still
there’s so much life going on at the diner ‘cross
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