Vocals and guitar:
Piano instrument:
Guitar instrument
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That woman
look away from my darkness
i keep it compartmentalized
so that I can function
throughout the day
what column, what story
do you have to tell?
she is like poison oak -
she gives me a rash;
wait, my heart, and this
will pass
the desire to smoke shows
up, no matter how
long it’s been, when,
that is, my faith
is challenged by the misery
i once invoked: i’ll be in
recovery for the rest
of my life
if only my darkness would
stay in its compartment;
anyhow - i can’t breathe
like i used to, so I don’t
have a choice
damn that woman -
she ran off with my voice