Cristy

Do you know, what people feel, the ice in their bones, that splintered smile, nailed to the promontory, catches all your crooked life, don’t have to show, provide a door key, when your cigarette glows, you’d rob a child, in mountain streams, to get yourself a wife, who are you to bestow, what others dream, all stuff you’ve blown, say it'll be right, spin everything on a throw, your lies a river wide, now you have to go.