Uh… these are for… uh… a little guy I… may have… lost my temper with.
I kicked you down boy,
Your fallen tears soaked the soil,
Still feel like I lost…
Ugly tree grows high,
No perch, branches rip my wings.
From the salty seed.
You’re a man I know,
Memory played tricks on me,
Thought you were my s—
Yeah… no… no… no… no… no… no…
Let’s not go that far. No. Let’s just say I know I did wrong and I probably owe you one and leave it at that, ok?
