Older Things from Prose & Kahns by Old English

oh black heart you failed again
you let a light shine in to cure a dull weekend
older things, I let you win
seeing love as sin, a second-handed spin

oh my love you’ve gained control
a panic ridden mind, a bullet-riddled soul
heavy hands you broke the road
you couldn’t make it last between the highs and lows

and I’ll keep where the high beams
won’t remind me of older things
your eyes speak but they won’t scream
that history is not repeating

only child you’re on your own
your friends could not confess
what they could not condone
oh these days it’s hard to know
a temporary spine from customary home

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