Miles Benjamin Anthony Robinson Follow

First of May to the last of March/ the whole thing is the hardest part
Even so, you should make a start/ and hitch a hook to your holy heart

Tongue atwitter and your knees a knot/ go to see the last friends you got
But they don?t wanna hear a word you say
Kiss your cheek and send you on your way

After all the suffering and shame/ they wanna know
Is it worth it? Is it there to gain?
Answer?s probably not/ but you should/ shake a shot

From the street, it seems so near, that/ curtain cutting through the sky so clear
Some preening pack casts a sideways glance/ at you standing there without a chance

They?d spy the body of your blood soaked bride/ they?d stop staring and they?d
Run and hide

They wouldn?t know she wasn?t cool/ that there was nothing left to do
Cause they ain?t you/ and there ain?t nothing/ that they?ve been through

Summer?s gonna come/ it?s gonna bleach these bones
We?ll just be long white sticks in a field of skull sized stones
I?m imagining/ friends/ all around
Laying down and dying

We were all wearing gowns/ handsome and proud