Five Lessons Learned

Five lovely lessons learned today

Coating my throat with the dust of a new day

As the saints pray their lonely way

And their deadweight lays the passion to wasteMaybe if I sew my heart on my sleeve

They'll drop the bomb on me and I'll wake up

I can only fix so much in my sleep

I can only drink so much from this empty cupI know I must not think bad thoughts

I'm always beaten to the punch

I'm holding aces high and low

And in between I'm trying to break my fallGive me a piece of what you've got

I'll make it new with much less thought

it's symbolic and full of trash

Lofty endearments whispered under your breath

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