Virtue Misspent
Michael Thomas Kinsella
Inside your head:
a monsoon of bitters and bourbon
and an undying burden of proof
Inside your heart:
the blackest mood
You're allowed to lament a life of virtue misspent
It hurts now but you'll learn how to leave me
Under your breath you always knew it was never you
I know it hurts now but you'll learn how to leave me
