Dark clouds painted the western sky
As I poured over the classifieds
In the local diner
Where a muted TV on the countertop
Next to the coffeepot
Re-ran The Outsiders
Truer words were never spoken
Cherry, when you assured Things are rough all over
I tried to run from the salt-cracked streets
Where nothing but despondency
Ever seemed to thrive
Burned a path across these lonely states
And cursed my naiveté
On the other side
I was a ghost on the Fourth of July
When the fireworks shone in your tear-filled eyes
It's hard to not drip with disdain after drowning in debt
God damn the blood in my veins, I ain't no patriot
I saw burdens much heavier than mine on weaker shoulders
It's hard not to take a dive sometimes when things are rough all over

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