waking up around midnight, it is freezing cold
i have 143
Charlie called me today
to tell me he's not coming home
And
when i wrote this song
i thought it would be
the happiest
bold now, the chariot's arriving
and i am twelve closer to
im staring
into a portrait of your mothers child
im staring
into the
there was a jewish man
at the window of the white
its an orbital fear and i am crying out
the words
there's a hermit crab
on my guitar
and he's singing
to me
i know
quiet and softly now
nothing is different
why are you whispering
please never
i've spent the past few months on pause
don't be alarmed,
there's a place above your eyelids where your skin began
the sun is fading away
and they aren't going home
it's flowing
in his pages he draws the revolution
and a skyline full
every night you go to sleep
you close your eyes and
the look on your face
your eyes and all the soace
between
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