Speaker of the house
my guitar tells me secretsit expects me to sing
sometimes such garbage
sometimes such lovely things
it predicts fire
it predicts lavender
a truth slinger
my truthsayer
it plays the fool that i will be
each time i fall for his beauty
knowing the lazy bum that i am
the real fucking deal
the obvious scam
my guitar feels it before me
like animals and earthquakes
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