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Tommy
talked to god on the corner
she told me life was a mess
time just theft and it can’t be kept
so I got blood on my hands and knocked on tommy’s door
we were so fucking poor how could i not want more
told tommy grab the money
steal the car
lets find our home
saw his dad choke his mom on a bathroom floor
life was brutal, life was a chore, it goes on and on
how could he not want something more
a mile past the county line
five thousand steps inside the devils time
our girls in the backseat
the pedal on the floor
the life we knew was over
only here and now
no before
how could we not want so much more
no more friday nights
no more black and blue midnights
rachel takes out the candy
we put the pills on our tongues
beth leans back and laughs, says, “we aint even that young,
but this life has just begun.”
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