This yard is full of planned deceit. If only you had the mouth to see. Where time and trust has led us wrong. Like meter and rhyme to break my fall. Hard time. With you keeping me. Inside this box. It won’t guarantee. That I won’t be stopped. I suppose that hanging. Me from five stories. My fears from my toes. Leaves me ding-dangling, gling, gling. Absent-minded fellow said there’s nothing wrong with stumbling on the curb you’re humbly walking on, early morning. Nothing wrong with trippin’ into traffic ‘cause the consequence of crushing you is doin’ hard time. As if they’re not already doin’ it. Hard time. But because you kick. Hardly means you’re right. And now I fall. With guts and all. Descending by the foot. I count all the ways. By your stunning gaze. I’m corpsed by the tide. Thoughtful-minded fellow said there’s so much wrong with livin’ like a fox and filling foxholes with the eggs of honest people. So much wrong with livin’ like a great thief off the good graces of gentlemen and women who do everything for nothing. As if they’re not already doin’ it. Hard time. This yard is full of planned deceit. If only you had the mouth to see. Where time and trust has led us wrong. Like meter and rhyme to break my fall. Hard Time.
i'm no good so i'll let everyone else do the talking abt how great this album is bc i have more important things to talk abt like that it was recorded in my hometown!! i was walkin around a stupid little ten-year-old and they were in the stu makin this album less than a mile from my house!! what!!!!! Elizabeth
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