Poor Little Heart

from by Brooks Strause

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I’m the best there is at what I do and what I do is fail
I’m paying for mistakes and faults, yeah, the check is in the mail
Freedom will swiftly with the loss of all control
Confessions offer truth enough to save and damn a soul

But at the end of the night I know I’ll be alright, no better and no worse
Empty of pride and satisfied with my blessing and my curse
For I’ve honed the skill of losing and I’ve perfected the art
Of neglecting and abusing my poor little heart

No man can claim I do not always reap just what I sow
No sense of direction but never choosing not to go
At turning sweet girls bitter, I am naturally adept
And, “So long.” I’ll be moving on when there is nothing left

But at the end of the night I know I’ll be alright, no better and no worse
Empty of pride and satisfied with my blessing and my curse
For I’ve honed the skill of losing and I’ve perfected the art
Of neglecting and abusing my poor little heart

Now she ain’t sorry and I don’t believe in regret
Let it all fall apart and I’ll try not to be too upset
Comfort don’t come cheap and I will take what I can get
And I won’t let the fisher’s net close around me
At least not yet

For I’ve honed the skill of losing and I’ve perfected the art
Of neglecting and abusing my poor little heart

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from Aeiouns, released December 2, 2014

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