THERE’S RUSTGROWING ON USAND I MUSTLEFT THE SPRINKLER ONOVER NIGHTBUT IT SURE FELT RIGHTWHEN I WAS GOOD N’ TIGHTDOING SOMETHING SO WRONGYEA BUT NOW I’M DRYSAVE FOR THE TEAR IN MY EYEFROM TELLING LITTLE WHITE LIESTO THE ONE I LOVERUST CAN GROW ON ANYTHINGESPECIALLY A GOLDEN RINGNOW I JUST STAIR UP IN THE BIG BLUECAUSE THERE’S NOTHING LEFT OF YOUDIRTY DISHES ARE STACKEDBATHROOM MIRROR STILL CRACKEDAND SHE WON’T BE BACKROUND HERE ANY MORESO THERES NO SENSEIN FIXIN’ THE FENCEOR PAINTING OVER THE DENTSIN THE ALUMINUM DOORNOT LIKE WE’D PLANNEDWHEN WE WERE MAKING OUR STANDAS WOMAN AND MANBEFORE SHE HAD TO GORUST CAN GROW ON ANYTHINGESPECIALLY A GOLDEN RINGNOW I JUST STAIR UP IN THE BIG BLUECAUSE THERE’S NOTHING LEFT OF YOUTHERES RUSTGROWING ON USAND I MUSTLEFT THE SPRINKLER ONOVER NIGHT
