You approached the middle of a crisis like a pissed off drunken Pisces I’m the city you only ever drive right on through. But the time has come to pass where we’re all running out of gas & the cell signal and triple A just both won’t come through. I will never understand the empty ring finger on my hand or why my life’s been an endless white water rapids drive through They say you know when you know & that you reap just what you sow Surly, I wish, that you had knew. Because the shadows they grow long across an unloved lawn that should have been mowed over a week ago. I told the cops about the hole behind your bedroom door and that it’s funny that they had phoned. Because I don’t want this imposter, this wife on loan, to call me anymore I don’t want to eat her dinner and I don’t want her to eat mine, there’s no place for my placemat anyways. It’s not so much m...
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