Concrete - Yoke Lore

I’m not missing your concrete

I’m not missing your concrete

I’m not missing your concrete

The wood I sent you won’t believe your lies, but you can try

The tongue I use is blessed with the gift of fire and I burn in cut tooth time,

but I think it’s fine

The ways I love you will never be denied, but they will be defied cause you

know I would

The keys I left you will lead you to the pines where all my bones feel right

I’m not missing your concrete

I’m not missing your concrete

I’m not missing your concrete