Things are all changing

I don’t know and I don’t really care

Things are all changing

There’s not enough air

Water is sewage and truth is a joke

We had us a life

We were going somewhere

Then one morning or maybe one year

We reached all the way to Happy

Decided to turn back.

The laughs and the giggles,

The hugs and the cuddles

No, we’d rather have tears

Hit the gas pedal and slid off the track

We started to spin, our car rolled on its back.

I opened my eyes and it’s all up in smoke

It’s all up in smoke and I cannot breathe.

Tell me why, tell me how,

Tell me where and tell me when

Please won’t you tell me and forgive me my sin.

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Would you stay with me
in an online group
If its rules were strong
Would you stay with me

Should our links grow old
Would you update them
With the right address
Should our links grow old

Would you quit and run to another group
Swipe a thousand times past a thousand smiles
Block the fake ones phishing for your real name too
If I stay with you online

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And did she see me
I couldn't tell
Neither blink nor smile
A head nod, no

Would it have mattered
I don't think so
That dream was shattered
Just let it go

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Bartender and
I holding court
Chris Stapleton
Giving us hope

Otis Redding sings
Change's gonna come
But which is the change?
Trump or life for all?

Live  band kicks off with
Life in Wartime, why not
We’re bombing Putin
This ain't no disco.

I’m drinking hard

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You know it's time to go
when your world is one big
Nancy Reagan and it
just says no. No. No. No

No to love
No to jobs
No to Hi's
No to byes

You walk in a
parallel universe
watching, waving
as they and theirs go by

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When I die
Well they may not even notice
I don't think they know my number now.  
If they don't just let 'em alone
I'm happy
Happier than I've ever been

Iowa was my home for so long
Couldn't find a better place to live
But all good things must end sometime
any how
I'm on my way to heaven, who knows
if it's there.

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Your poems are always sad,
she said
They always start out happy
I said
And then what happens
she asked
The past catches up
I said

But I am your true north
she said
Yes, you are. Keep shining


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