I think that bullet must have hit me too
Years ago
I think it was the kind of bullet
That shatters
Yes, I am sure it hit me too
Some fragments burrowed into his brain
The stronger ones passed through
And pelted the mound of dirt behind him
And when that voice on the telephone
Said he wouldn't joke about a think like that
I think it hit me too
I think it hit me too
A confused fragment had flown through the air
And somehow made its way inside my brain
Not enough to kill me
Just enough to make me crazy
Yes
I think that bullet must have hit me, too
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
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