Kin

Burn asunder, Make an edit
Make apologies a tithe along the way
When you keep the credit
You’re a thief, but it’s ok

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notify your next of kin
let em’ know the house got damned again
open up a window
Let us in and you’ll be ok

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I don’t wanna see a supper table
Disallow a love because you’re unable to admit I may
Be a little bolder than you’re capable of owning
I know I don’t wanna compromise
I don’t wanna compromise

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You were never automatic
I coulda quit you on the day you hit My face
You get problematic
But I won’t, and it’s alright

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you’re being a coward
only fearing your changed mind
so on every referendum you can hide
straight ticket, never alright

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I remember flying off a letter
I remember us being together in the cool of the day
I would be bereft if separated, ever, from you
How could I? How could I?
I don’t wanna compromise

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where the hell did your spine go?
Did you cut it out?
Did it never grow?
Is it made of fiction and all good intention with nothing to show?