My eyes become a camera when you sleep to record
You sit in your chair humming contentedly until your ears
In this awkward silence that you voted in no one
You can cough up cash or cough up blood. You
Please take me away from these streets of rage. We’ll
Nothing here is perfect, no everything’s the same as the
I’m disregarding words like bodies in the gutter because soon
Conversations are too difficult for me. Sporadic sentences are all
They say we think too much, they try to shut
Is this all I will ever be? A life reduced
There’s a boy in the mirror staring back at a
There’s a fault in the soil where the money trees
You’re looking at a photograph, you don’t know who it
We’re lying in the snow waiting for the freezing cold
You’ve got a cancer in your heart. It’s not contagious
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