Lesson Learned

The clawfoot tub, the cherub

The blood in my veins

Where I see myself and where I dwell

Never one in the same

Did the photograph kill the genuine laugh and memory?

Don't call it a lesson learned

Don't call it a lesson learned

Don't call it a lesson learned

Don't call it a lesson learned

The rolling rock, the rooftop, my collection plate

It was Jesus Christ and marlboro lights

The guilt I create

And a few dark times I don't care to illuminate

Don't call it a lesson learned

Don't call it a lesson learned

Don't call it a lesson learned

Don't call it a lesson learned

Don't call it a lesson learned

Don't call it a lesson learned

Don't call it a lesson learned

Don't call it a lesson learned