Heirloom

Verse She buried me in powder in the rain She buried me in sapphire, wicked pain after she carried me away to a place I had ashamed after she put out my lit cigarette on her boot A woman makes a boy out of a man When he thought he knew just how he’d play his hand Who’s barking orders at the rook, make him pay for time he took after she back stacked every king that’s what she do And you, heirloom, had your room painted blue and you showed me how the crow flies from your heart And I don’t mind I’ll do what I’ll do But I won’t cry when I leave this town Verse She buried me in progress on the range She bulls-eyed from the hip as if she’d aimed After she heard of my complaint about a place where I felt safe And how it changes, with the energy I knew This world has made a boy out of a man Oh I thought I knew but I don’t understand Who breaks the ranks to which I took, makes the rules I overlook? Just when I thought I knew a thought of something true And you, heirloom, had your room painted blue and you showed me how the crow flies from your heart And I don’t mind I’ll do what I’ll do But I won’t cry when I leave this town