New Promises

A small something to put you to sleep
A string of telephone calls
That you make to your gods
Ring inside the body
We watched the Macy's parade
From the helm of a ship
In your home city
You had a picture of us
In the same exact spot
That you took in my last dream

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My friend
It's awful worse than that
You just get going good
One bottle down and gone
The poor, warm simmering in your head
My friend
For whom forgiveness costs a lot
Am I not penitent?
Have I not been?
Let's make new promises

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Credits
Writer(s): Scout Dixon
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