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• Artiste: Kevin Atwater
• Titre: Jailer
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My boy, covered in red We were flushed in fluorescence, the backseat a bed With a knock on the window, a flash in our eyes And an officer happy to ruin my night I let out a laugh like a shriek or a cry And you hit me reflexively quick At the time, I was stunned into silence We got just a warning I'm hoping we make it a joke in the morning You drive to my house I want us to talk but the quiet’s too loud I try to get naked again in the back I want you to see, and to want what I have When you look at me, is that all that I am? My boy, covered in red From the blood dancing harshly and quick to his head Through a body that's working three times as hard To pretend what he's screaming is straight from the heart Saying "Do you think I want that right now? On the road by your house? Are you kidding me now?" And you’re laughing at me and I don't find it funny But maybe I'll get it, alone in the morning The bed in my house I try to get off but can't picture you now The back of my eyelids are lonely and black Now all that I see is all that I have When you think of me, is that all that I am? A boy covered in blue, putting walls up around him A jailer confused, casting off all new strangers Alone at the table, saying "No one can hurt me if nobody's able"