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 Aug 2019
South-by-Southwest
I don't care
where you have been
Nor where you think
that you must go
So the same as to the when as long as I see not you again

As long as I don't know the why
Then I have not the need to cry
So evanescence to my memories horde
You've become the rusty nail
through my life's door .

So if you flip
I won't flop
There are millions of seconds
On my wrist watch

You lay the blame at my bare feet
go on now that you know I won't weep
Go ahead and take your shot
I'm so ready for the proverbial
kick in crotch
 Aug 2019
will
posing a bright smile
weeping and crying
the camera turns to me
it's another perfect alibi

whistling a poppy tune
dragging myself through
I turned up the volume
to drown the words out
I feel fake around people
some fragile mask
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