johnny’s song
Dear Miss Lady,
I hope this letter finds you well. I have your son and he’s doing just fine. We talked it over a bottle of wine.
If your goal was to hurt, then you’ve won. But if your goal was to destroy, then you’ve got it all wrong.
I hate to disappoint you, but he’s doing just fine. We’ve talked it over with a bottle of wine.
I’ve forgotten why I’m writing, but all these thoughts are angry. All those things you did are just freightening.
You’ve spent years doing the crime
I hate to disappoint you, but Johnny’s doing fine. We’ve talked it over a bottle of wine.
He hates to drink but it’s a way to clear his mind. He craves attention, something a mother should provide.
You’re the lack of love, the insane voice, and the space in the crowd. No wonder the nightmares so vivid and loud.
I hate to disappoint you but Johnny’s fine. We’re talking it over a bottle of wine.
Dear Miss Lady,
I’ve got your son and you’ve really missed out.
