that girl-----////------desert song

i need that girl.
i want that girl.
i loathe that i don't have that girl.
this isn't what i need.
no, no, this isn't what i need.
i see that girl.
i feel that girl.
i loathe the fact that i don't have that girl.
i just ain't pretty enough,
but she's so pretty.
i see her pretty eyes.
oh no, no, no.
i see that girl,
and breathe that girl.
i breathe her in.
i want that girl.

she breaks my heart.
she's in my heart.

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the cool red clay on the desert floor
cracks beneath my cracking feet.
break the mold and you'll unfold
these folded blankets in these spaces.
spaces caught beneath the floorboards
passing promises, promises, and truth.
in my home entranced by desert wares
far away from gruesome stares,
the windows spring forth wide
trying to show off what's inside.
the cool winds blow through the glass,
and bring me desert dust.
my house is built on shallow graves
of past mistakes that i have made
and the cracks beneath my feet
let it all seep through my bones.
burried bones and broken homes,
funeral songs and something's wrong.
i sit alone in the desert that's my home,
knowing it's the only thing that is my own.
all the dehydration cracks and creeps,
stretching for miles where no one sleeps.
i pull out all the cotton sheets,
and bide my time while nothing weeps.
my house whispers cracks and creaks.
i pour the whiskey past my teeth.
this desert is the place for me
to burry these dying bones.
this is the only place for me,
alone in my desert home.