Playing Through a Dip Related Injury

There’s a big old clock
Standing above the door at Smolenski’s funeral home
Your babe was a rolling stone
That came to a rest
And gathered no moss
Covered in soot
Bouncing across another bridge he burned
I’m glad that you’re happy now in Connecticut
We talked the other night
And I could tell you’d had enough of it
But what I really wanted to say
Is that I
I love you for the way you leaned into the changes in your life
You are my hummingbird
If there’s some truth to be known, it’ll be known
In the end we tolerate each others lies
My nails keep growing
I get busy and I forget to cut them
I’ve got a dad’s breath
From cheap beer and cigarettes
But what I really wanted to say
Is that I
I love you for the way you leaned into the changes in your life
You are mine
You are the beauty queen
Now lick your talons clean
You are the beauty queen
You left piss on the seat