Cathartic Rambling

I could wear certain clothes and I’d look just like you

Get a shitty haircut and a stick-n-poke tattoo

And I’ll wear all black with some big leather boots

I'll wear em to the square-dance and I live out in the woods

And I want you to know, want you to know where I stand but

Don’t call me no woman, Don’t you call me no man

The scene raised me up, it didn’t raise no fool

I’m better than them cuz

I look just like you

Well I guess I don’t fit in

I’ll just go back home;

But even if I go back home, I’d still be all alone cuz

My friends are all different; everybody’s changed or

Maybe I changed and they just stay the same but

Everything back home: it just turns to rust

Just like my family that I don’t see enough

Oh, they’re aging and dying and I just stay away

The prodigal son returns a bit too late

Then there was this girl and she came from way back east

Twigs around her fingers, honey suckle in her teeth

She loved to sing and dance and she talked about it all

So I just sat there listening from spring until fall and

I learned more about her than anyone around

I could measure her circumference just by her sound

In the winter she froze; she shattered into pieces

When I knocked her off the table accidentally

Trying to grab a bag of Reese’s