I started writing by just opening up a journal  and there were words that were truthful because they weren’t meant to be lyrics, and that had a sense of integrity to it that I could tell felt real. And that became kind of a template for me to a) stay sane and get this out of my system, and b) I thought that taking some of this ugliness that was bottled up inside me and channeling it into something that had some degree of beauty to it at times, felt like “Wow, I’ve found my voice.”
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Hey, hey, hey, Mr. Hangman,
You go get your rope.
Your daughters weren't careful
And I fear that I am a slippery slope.
Now even when I lay my head down at night
After a day I got perfectly right  
She won't know.
She won't know.
So pray little Kay, love is just God on a good day.
And you can't blame your mother
She's trying not to see you as her worst mistake.
And I wish that I could tell you right now
But it looks like I won't be around
So you won't know
You won't know.
You won't know.
You won't kno...
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Amazing song.

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