Pockets stuffed with hands and pavement catching stares
Dropped to avoid
Sweep it under the rug, keep it under your hat.
If
I've got no backup plan
I've blown my second chance
Surrender to
How many times do you really find your life
To fit
If anything, it's proof positive,
if ever there was a candidate.
In
A respectable second, but the memory's different
and I'd rather forget,
A life in exposed pipes and unpainted walls
A frame without
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