I am not a place for cowards.
I sit in tennessee whiskey
with kentucky heart,
drinking scotch
with a nickel
and a birthday behind before me.
I wanna tell you there
is a really good reason
I broke your heart
but the common algebra is love.
and I don't know what to say.
sew me soul to kites,
and send me off into the silly night
to be captured by other reasons
close to the thrown.