ME DRINKIN’ FROM MY BROKEN CUP

5 Jun

The guilty undertaker sighs
The lonesome organ grinder cries

The silver saxophones say I should refuse you

Waterhousedrawing

The cracked bells and washed-out horns
Blow into my face with scorn
But it’s not that way

I wasn’t born to lose you

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