Now something a little different…

One on the line.
Two in the shed.
Three in the ground.
Four more going in next.
Just meeting their fate.

I feel some remorse.
But I get wrapped up in the moment.
I’m never gonna show it.

The line stretched out.
The shed’s gotten dirty.
The ground’s all muddy.
Weigh the boxes down.
Or they’ll just keep reemerging.

I feel some remorse.
But I get wrapped up in the moment.
I’m never gonna show it.

Waiting for rain.
To wash my conscious clean.
What’s done is done.
Can’t go back, I have no time machine.
Reserved to our own destiny.

I feel some remorse.
But I get wrapped up in the moment.
I’m never gonna show it.

Washed the line.
Cleaned out the shed.
Plant flowers on the ground.
Have to find me a new spot.
A bigger yard with a higher fence.

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