I Knew We'd Talk About It One Day

I knew we'd talk about it one day.
I knew we'd talk about it one day,
and I retreat to the music box.
Charisse and Kelly in a back lot,
a fraying memory of how it was.
He can't stand so we don't shoot him,
Salonica was next and I couldn't get up.
Just lock it off and shut the fuck up,
I can't think over all that stuff.
I can't think, so don't talk.
Dying to be done and debtless.
It's so hard to keep on
milling in the sunshine unblessed.
I knew we'd talk about it one day.
The final image is forming,
in that setting, the birds don't sing.
A steaming hell announces morning,
I've nearly killed ten of my own men.
I did something I regret it.
I did something I regret it.
I did something I regret it.
I did something I regret it.
I can't think, so don't talk.
Dying to be done and debtless.
It's so hard to keep on
milling in the sunshine unblessed.
When they see and see good,
and any reckoning has been,
and I'm gone and you're gone,
who's it going to matter to then?
People standing on a delta
in a brilliant light.
We can talk about it then, babe.
I'll have gotten it right.
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