© Scott Schumaker
I know that giant twisted tree
Burnt, tortured by lightening
I know that girl hiding in her room
Crying in her bedsheets,
deep in her bedsheets
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© Scott Schumaker
Poe woke up gray, skin feeling like knots
Mean reds swarming, holding her tight
Insides felt ripped by gunshot
Could barely stand the morning light
But body and blood told her get up and go
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© Scott Schumaker
Love ain’t easy, like turning dirt into gold
Least now that’s what I’ve been told
Things worth chasing are hard to grab hold
But here’s one thing I’ve come to know
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© Scott Schumaker
Remember your black motorcycle jacket
pink roses painted on the back
You gave it to someone you knew
About the time I fell in love with you
Oh, you thought it’d lost its cool
But it’d be cool now, that’s the rule
Are you wishing you’d never let it go
Are you wishing you’d never let it go
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Days to Months, Months to Years |
©Scott Schumaker
My eyes raining, sand in my veins
head’s a mess, can’t trust my brain
Woke up this morning, seeing your face
saw your bookcase empty and I tried to retrace
How I lost my best friend
lost my best friend
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