Instrumental
My smartest hardest heart
Having been keenly crouching
Diffident
My instrument
Spyglass and wine glass
Rings on the windowsill
This whole town unowned
Sprawling like a late child
Sprinting and framed
It hurts to see that trees were once asleep
It kills me
Cherries
Poison
I don’t know how to tell you this…
I did this to myself
I’m out there somewhere
With my smartest hardest heart.
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