Swan

The swan sang with a broken neck
Out by the pool, behind the fence
You can’t forgive me when
You know if I had the gun
I’d choose to shoot again
He raised my hands in the backyard
He taught me to be a good shot
You love the sound of «sorry»
Even when you know I am not
I am not
In the holy land of broken homes
You still pretend you don’t know
That I took it out back and I
Snapped its neck just like
A wishbone and I let it die
He raised my hands in the backyard
He taught me to be a good shot
You love the sound of «sorry»
Even when you know I am not
I am not