Puppy Love

(Let’s pretend I found this lyric by the side of the road – on a page torn from a diary, crossed out, names scribbled over a hundred times with tight little circles, wadded up, stomped on, and left in the gravel and mud.)

“no more hearts to break”

hearts of gold get sold
hearts of fire fade
all the young hearts are getting old
and light hearts blow away

you were the first to say OK
i took your hand so i did not feel so strange

but sometimes a flower blooms
it spreads its petals and just runs out of room

hearts of gold get sold
hearts of fire fade
the young hearts are getting old
and light hearts blow away

where is the heartache
when theres no more love to take
cross your heart and hope to die
theres no more hearts to break

sometimes a flower blooms
it spreads its petals and just runs out of room

(“Ivy Dell”? More like “High School Musical”. Should I drown in vomit or just record the thing and be done with it? I sort of like the refrain bits. It’s sort of like a ‘fuck you’ greeting card.)

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