Matchbook Cowgirl

I’ll fly forth from my bed like crowded spirit

My heart will shatter like a pane of glass

Though now you’re only shadow on my pillow

I’m running out of whiskey way too fast

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The fire from the TV spreads to curtain

My journals burn like lemon in a cut

Perhaps this was a bad kneejerk reaction

To climb my way out of your ranch hand rut

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Yet, will you say the smile you gave was worth it?

Will you soon confess you looked away?

I might say, I haven’t been your martyr

As bodies made of clay don’t twist and sway

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I’ll spend the night in jail with Mona Lisa

She’s pretty when you see her eyes up close

Yet morning will not come to me or shadow

As I did give us both a lethal dose

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Which is to plead my case from gates to heaven

I’m not the girl inside, you see in skin

I’m crazy when I find myself in pieces

A cowgirl with a matchbook always wins…

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agw