Hysterical Clavicle from Moonth by Merce Lemon

Tangled hair answers my prayers
Climax to a higher realm

Indebted to a lonely friend
Am i talking to myself?

Sun sets and darkness
Reaches all around

All my bones are brittle
They all heal themselves

All my bones are brittle
They all heal themselves

Black cats are swarming fast
A bike light warns it’s glow

The clavicle has seven lives
(I have six to go)

The clavicle has seven lives
(I have six to go)

She does not consider
Why I might have quit her
Country rhyming just to fit it
Lots of nonsense fills my sentence

The clavicle has seven lives
The cat who sings he tends to lie

She does not consider
I am far from such a quitter
I am far from such a quitter
I am far from such a winner

• Folk
• americana
• folk rock
• rock
• singer-songwriter
• Pittsburgh