IAN BRENNAN

"Real Men Love Jesus"...and Drive Shitty Cars

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IAN BRENNAN
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Lyrics

"Real Men Love Jesus"...and Drive Shitty Cars

 

To them you are just a temp-worker 

with a run in her hose, 

but to me you’ll always be 

the one I never should’ve let go. 

I’ve tried to forget, 

but can’t.

“I feel like the luckiest woman on earth.”

Then why do you look 

so hurt?

You’re showing teeth,

but not smiling.

You swore you were going to get out, 

but you’re still living above your parents garage 

and smoking pot.

Did you give up 

or are you

just stuck?

Your face is bright and wide,

like the moon 

from 10,000 miles.

You sleep with the TV on,

it blocks out 

the other sounds.

With no clothes on 

you went out into the rain 

and refused to respond. 

Scaled the redwood fence 

that your brother built. 

He never finished it.

Walked the top edge 

like it was a balance-beam 

and screamed towards yellow hills 

turning green.

The neighbor’s Rottweiler leaps

from the other side.

He can’t reach you….

no one can.

Show me where it hurts.

I don’t have to be the first.

I just want to be 

the last.