Lesson Learned

The clawfoot tub, the cherub
The blood in my veins
Where I see myself and where I dwell
Never one in the same
Did the photograph kill the genuine laugh and memory?
Don’t call it a lesson learned
Don’t call it a lesson learned
Don’t call it a lesson learned
Don’t call it a lesson learned
The rolling rock, the rooftop, my collection plate
It was Jesus Christ and marlboro lights
The guilt I create
And a few dark times I don’t care to illuminate
Don’t call it a lesson learned
Don’t call it a lesson learned
Don’t call it a lesson learned
Don’t call it a lesson learned
Don’t call it a lesson learned
Don’t call it a lesson learned
Don’t call it a lesson learned
Don’t call it a lesson learned