Jug Handle Hill

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He lived in words
He lived in quiet solitude
He spent his days
With a little dog named Napoleon
It'd be easy to explain it away
To say that he had just snapped
But it was more like the ocean
The waves just wearing him away


He liked to look out the window
Watch the birds pecking at the earth
He was partial to prose
He was a sucker for a romantic verse
They praised him as a sensitive boy
Maybe he just cried too much
She was the only one who ever 
Looked him in the eye


He wore her heart on his sleeve
Their bloodlines forever entwined
He carved her name across his bare chest
He's the butcher poet of Jug Handle Hill


He lived in words
Words that were screaming in his head
He liked the quiet monotony
Cutting meat down at the store
Everyday that he passes her house
He's draining out like an hourglass
More like a pen
Scratching paper till the ink was all gone


He wore her heart on his sleeve
Their bloodlines forever entwined
He carved her name across his bare chest
He's the butcher poet of Jug Handle Hill


He liked to look in her window
See her dancing across her room
He sent her words
Scribbled down on his butcher paper
Then one night he stepped out of the shadows
He came knocking right up at her door
She was the only one
Who ever looked him in the eye


He wore her heart on his sleeve
Their bloodlines forever entwined
He carved her name across his bare chest
He's the butcher poet of Jug Handle Hill


He lived in words
Her words calmed his scattered mind
She loved his words
She was a sucker for romantic verse