The Red Well - In Spirit

Crashing the car he never could get to start
At least it wouldn't see the impound again
The inside was as gaudy as the day that he first got it
From a man with a shin-high hem.
It was cooler than he and it was his self-esteem
And in it he felt a lot bigger
It cost him 8 bills and weighed as much as his home
And it was gone is less than a flicker

Try as you might he was so hard to dislike
He cast a long shadow when he entered the room
He had an artist's eye and he cleaned up just fine
But he only ever felt like a fool
The life of every party even when he didn't want it
Everyone here was so easy to amuse
He would capsize on the waters against the waves of conversation
If didn't have his comforting booze

Had a collection of hearts, like some coins in a jar
When the evening came around so did he
He could only be the victim when he held his own gun
Which he loved to fire into his knee
And he would hobble himself before a long lumber home
He'd be barely standing on his own feet
With a sick determination he'd slide into the bed
Too cool to ever admit defeat

Written by:
Eric Stephenson

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