Believe it or not, Johnny,

Believe it or not, Johnny,
you ran out of time before
you ran out of bullets.

They chased you in Chicago
and across the Mississippi.
You said you’d love me forever
and forever did not take long
to come.

I told you I was a decent woman.
I should have never gone with you.

Now you are on the sidewalk,
with a hole in your cheek,
and the whitest shirt you owned –
soaked, as you bleed out.

Now you leave me behind these bars
to know you weren’t, after all,
faster, and stronger, and smarter
than them all.

You knew how to talk to a girl,
Johnny, but you never learned to dodge bullets.

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