Bombshell by The Lowcocks

slamming doors from the latch
he said he would fix
she found the note that said
"it wasn't your fault"
the windowsill still held one fingernail

like a burning ember
like a broken man
like desperation
like a bombshell
like a flying bottle
like a falling star
like the last bullet
like a bombshell

he said her name as he fell

shutting doors
keeping in the shame that won't die
she turns inside
she wakes up from the same nightmare
the scream it rips out from her throat

• Detroit punk
• Punk
• hardcore punk
• punk hardcore
• punk rock
• Detroit