Got a call from the jail, You said come post your bail
You’d wrecked our new truck, While out getting drunk
When I got to the jail, A girl was in the same cell
She had blood on her nose, From the same wreck I suppose
I shook with a sigh, and wiped a tear from my eye
Was the day that I learned that hearts don’t break even.
Paul Mize
© 2012
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