I hold faith
You, you drift in space
Alone
Crossing the big black
I use my desk
Penmanship
I hold my hand steady
And make sure
Christmas lights hung up outside
Middle of the day
Middle of July
Don't
Everybody's got big plans
For you
And everybody's tellin' you
What to do
It's
I'm knocked up
And I'm alone
Experiments happen
When you're not at home
And
We've been locked out again
I'll be the indian and you
If you're looking for me,
You better check under the sea,
'cause
all you wanted was for all of your friends to
babe in the woods in those days
over & over, still,
you
a backwards glance in a borrowed dress
the taste of something
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