Rag for Your Tears

In that shotgun house, you were taking up all my breathing space.

Rag for Your Tears

Living on those dirt yard streets
and in those neon joints in town, 
all day the thick, wet air,
like a weight I was dragging around.

In that shotgun house,
you were taking up all my breathing space.
On nights when I wanted some distance,
I’d sleep with the bugs on the chase. 

It was drowning me, all the constant gloom,
the radio l…