The secrets that you keep, dissipate eventually
To make room for more to come
Your black eyes can't see
What's been done
The Tennessee wind, blew you back home again
With popsicle kisses, that feels like frozen bliss
Melting on my tongue, stuck in my throat like a gun
Sometimes I wish I could breath
That clock says it's time for you to leave
If that's the best you can do
Than your heart is a crooked screw
That will never fit in
No matter how hard you twist
Beguiled...
Beguiled...
Beguiled, bashful, and burnt
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