The Sun Light Is Short.
It's just you and me,And these six strings,
You've taught many,
About heartache and things.
It's just me and you,
Old whiskey bottle,
This new car is flooded,
And you are hard on the throttle.
Blues it's you and I,
Without any motivation,
Why are you the root,
Of all my ruthless complications.
My hands are shaking,
My body is barely here,
The blues is amongst me,
So hand me another beer.
My head is aching,
And my blood is cold,
The sun light is short,
And you make me look old.
Blues it's you and I,
There is no cure,
Blues you're killing me,
We can agree that is for sure.
Poetry by Justin
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Written on 2007-10-10 at 05:58
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