And it's true we named our children
after
towns that we've never been to.
And it's true that the clouds just hung around
like black Cadillacs outside a funeral.
And we were done, done, done
with all the fuck, fuck, fuckin' around.
You were so true to yourself.
You were true to no one else.
Well I should put you in the ground.
I've got the
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