MY GIRL THE HORSE



Please sir don't you ride on me.

Everyday we fuss and fight.

Please girl don't you die on me.

Everyday we fuss and fight.



"Neither one of us will make it down this,

hill alive" She said.



THE SAME TATTOOS



I was born in the same town as you.

Hell, I even think we have the same tattoos.

My mother hates it when I smile and she see you,

coming through me like a sun shines through thin glass.



It's not like you were really gone, but you were.

I never felt love.



My uncle gave me on the day that I turned 13, a black box

that said "Gillette" rusted and scratched.

It was full of memories and memorabilia and a necklace with

a saint I wore in class.



It's not like you were really gone, but you were.

I never felt love.



FIRES



She no longer will follow the boy with wild eyes.

She no longer will tame him, while he dances in fires.

He'll build you a shelter, using his hands.

You know that he'll love you, the only way that he can.



Don't go.

Lifeless stranger.

Don't go to fires.



His hands are still shaken, by the touch of your hips.

His lips are still drunken, by the taste of your kiss.

Untangle you hair, love. I can't see through these fires.

Untangle my heart, love. I'll love you all night.



Don't go.

Lifeless stranger.

Don't go to fires.



YOUR BONES



She said,

"please take me home, I can't be here anymore.

I need somewhere to be alone, with the skin that wraps

your bones".



Please don't say...



"I have something to tell you love.

You're no longer my own true one.

Loving you has become a chore and someone else

is at my door".



Please don't say...



BOYS AROUND HERE



These mighty eyes.

They looked at me with no intention.

They hit me twice. At first glance, and then a second time.



She said to me, "that shit you say can really hurt me,

I wrote this note, I'll read it once. I feel like giving up"



The boys around here don't respect a thing at all.

The boys around here don't respect me at all.



Its been a while since the night that I first me you.

I still got dusty shoes, fear of love, fear of losing you.



I'll be alright if I can just stay in tonight. I don't want to talk.

Just let me drink, tomorrow we'll give up.



The boys around here don't respect a thing at all.

The boys around here don't respect me at all.



SANG JOSEPH



The winter of 42', a young priest found you.

Wrapped up tight and warm, no regards, no reward.



"Who's baby blue? Who cares for you? Wheres your

mother true? Oh, baby blue."



Sang, Joseph.



Of course my boy, I'll take you in!

From the rain, from the wind. It is gods will,

that brought me you. So as my own. I'll love you true.



"Who's baby blue? Who cares for you? Wheres your

mother true? Oh, baby blue."



Sang, Joseph.



THE KNEES



I've gotten so far, on bad news.

Holding on to repertoires of songs I

used to sing to you.

These bruises lace my shins,

from drinking with my indian friends.

I didn't always look like shit.

Your camera phone was evidence of this.



Play it closer, to me.

Closer and closer.

Again.



I've gotten so far, on my shoes.

Holding on to battle scars and cuts

below the knees I got from you.

These bruises are my friends.

We drink sing about are ex girlfriends.

I didn't always feel like shit.

My memory was evidence we kissed.



Play it closer, to me.

Closer and closer.

Again.