Baby Stained My Blackened Heart A Bloody Red

Inspired By My Failing Sense Of Humor

The River Rose To See It's Flow From Source Instead

Of Standing Still, Don't Wait Until It's

Gone To Wish That It Was Back

To Being What It Was

The Mess Of Language Picked Up In An Afternoon

Sounds Better In A Language I Have Yet To Learn

The Months Keep Dragging On But Swear They'll Get Here Soon

Without A Care, And I'm Prepared But

I Already Lost My Nerve

On Such A Stupid Bet