I thought it might as well have been
god's shadow in the sunset
coming down the basement stairs
he brought us orange juice
candy bars and cold cuts
and clean T shirts in a shopping bag
boys I had some fight left then
these scars I got from throwing
all my weight against the chains
it was strange
I thought he looked so proud of me
as he smeared petroleum jelly on my cuts
"next time
maybe next time son"
I still get these restless dreams
but so yes boys yes I know you're angry
I know that you don't understand
but isn't this called love?
so yes next time boys
I should back in a few days
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