Beth from Freak Accident by Al Menne

Beth is collecting up her treasures
Stacking them high along the walls of the farmhouse
Each a symbol of what was taken
When she was just a kid that man was so sadistic
They say it started with the death of Lennon
But the memories get passed through generation
And she doesn’t know how to drown them out

I know this feeling isn’t nameless
Pulling at the words that grief effaces
You can’t sound them out
But I could hold you now if you show me how

Bobby’s setting fire in the pasture
Trying his best to carve his way back to her
Watching the smoke she spins out slowly
Saying “those were my things, my only things, I loved them”
And he doesn’t know how to fix it now

I know this feeling isn’t nameless
Pulling at the words that grief effaces
You can’t sound them out
But I could hold you now if you show me how

Janie’s crying in the backseat
And I wonder if she knows those little parts of me
She says this pain isn’t only mine
Now that I know I’ll protect you I’ll cut all those lines
But I don’t know how I could have let you down

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