your aching heart
& your still face
& your still grace
your hands
i’ve got a present for you
i’ve been saving it since
You could be like the rest of us,
liquored up for
I love my words
that have spilled into song
all of my
Static
Interference
The channel is broken
"I will not lie
I will not lie
I
You fell
hundreds of miles,
miles, miles,
to bring me here.
Problems have their
Dirty water clouds your eyes.
Come sit next to me
my pale,
i find you in corners, with sleepless eyes
you speak softly
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