Three Valentines from Bus Land by Nicholas Panagakos

Three little wishes
Three little crimes
Three little murders
For three valentines
A wristwatch and a diamond ring
Her name's Rebecca
That's Sarah Jane
Then there's the fella
But I went and forgot his name
A burnt rope and a busted chair

Two bullets and a dented lipstick tin
Just wait until the morning paper's in
What a sin

I don't need a doctor
It's too late for priests
Go get the bottle
I said no police
Don't talk, just turn your head
We tried to warn them
They knew the price
Just keep it moving
That's my advice
We did all that we could
And that's good
Go home and kiss your wife
Go live your life
Sweet baby rutabaga pie
I love you

• Acoustic
• Bedroom
• Bummer
• Lo-Fi
• claustrophobic
• Cambridge