my name's jimmy, but you can call me sir

walden freeman

all around the trees growing
bitter like winter, a splinted arm
i came around like a trauma victim
turns the corner before they die

i'll see you when i see you
don't tell the lovers i'm watching them cry
i'll believe you but my heartbeat won't
stop bruising my ribs for you

all around the christmas lights
glowing like faces lit up
from church steeple steep heights
we fell in love

i'll call your number
i cannot add
don't tell the lovers i hate them
because of who they are