Dec 11, 2014
A Girl Named Faith
It was a long winter,
but the snow never came,
It was a short love,
With a girl named Faith,
Her brother was sinister,
He fried ants in the sun,
He gave me cigarettes,
And when I exhaled the smoke blended with my breath,
Like ants,
Us humans can be fried to death,
He told me on his way to the electric chair,
the only system is the metric, fair
was his sister,
I didn't fare well to love her,
she got a better looking other,
and the sky warmed without my girl,
and it would warm without me.