One typo
Every time I write the word years
it always comes out as tears
And that scar down your cheek
That mysterious scar that
speaks of childhood accidents
or dangerous traffic on the road
or violence you faced head-on
shines there like an outtake
from an old Dylan album of a
version few people have heard
of a still important song
And writing my story every time
I type out years the piece of
technology supposedly at my bidding
changes the word to tears
