so free and sweetly.
"Honest Abe", you resemble the old president.
Stark Features, but without the honor.
Like the weight of the Union is held in your tight set jaw
as if your eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the lord.
The passing of time has revealed you to me
and now I want to shoot you in the head.
You made me believe you partook only of pure northern streams
and chose poison all the while.
I guess the beckoning murk of southern swamps was too strong.
Traitor, traitor, traitor, traitor, traitor.
Oh to be beneath you again, in the literal sense.
In our little log cabin, how you would fall closer and draw away!
Giving, taking.
Taking, giving.
Breathing iloveyou three times over.
Please don't be my ruination.
Oh to see your face in happiness
as it used to often be, even caught in the throes of the everyday.
Back then the weight of the Union didn't draw down your smile.
I always liked the way your nostrils, like my hopes for us,
got big when you laughed.
But this is the truth to your lies:
your taking grin betrayed my giving lips.
And now I have seceded from you.
