I’ve punched your shoulders, I’ve rubbed your shoulders, I’ve poked your shoulders, I’ve fallen asleep with my head on your shoulders. But now I cry, with no shoulders to lean on, because your shoulders are buried 6 feet below the ground. Your shoulders are rotting beneath the dirt and the trees and the sky because you didn’t like the world and you didn’t like me, and my shoulders where never there when you wanted to cry.
Shoulders to Cry On
February 24, 2010