Juniata

Burst blood vessel
Hangs lazy in his eye
Like a cow's pregnant stomach

Shoes without laces
Rooms without windows

He lobbies the doctor on that grey Pittsburgh morning

I hurt myself with the best intentions
I don't need your sympathy

Suffering is my only comfort
Feed it to me
Feed it to me



Credits
Writer(s): Gene Meyer
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