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Nov 2017
Ten inches far past the time
Each nickel pinched for the penny
Roaring through debt
Upset by nothing
Upset only by the flick of a finger
Forgotten love at the bar

I tell myself
I told myself
I will tell myself later
That all of this
Is for the word

Right here
Right now
Right here

When you feel
As out of place as I do
No place
Is as fine a place and as
Worse a place
As any

The coffee is warm though
As is the sun
And the beautiful women
Their crooked smiles reflecting the sun
More than themselves and their
Brittle souls, though no more
Fragmented than mine own

Their pores and single strands of
Hundred dollar fo' bleached hair
Takes absentee ballots from all the townspeople
Who are wondering where their rights went
Upstairs the monkey wrenches are bending
And momma' bear is having trouble setting up the tents

Out of place n'
Out of mind
It's alright momma'
You tell me where you wanna' go
And we'll go,
Just give me a sign

The snow hasn't melted yet
O' there stands the sun!
Awaiting the song of Persephone
I'm making believe I've never lived before
So I can live all over again
Time is a relative son of reality
Who I'm trying to forget
That I've ever met

To meet you poolside
To meet you by the oceans crack
To meet you starlit
To meet you wounded
On the purple hearted soldiers back
Is a fitting piece
To a puzzle
I never knew I needed
To keep intact

O' lo' there's the knock

It sounds like a thousand boulders kissing
Neath' a naked lake
Where nothing is forever
And nothing is at stake
The sky is winking and flirting,
Teasing you to take them back
But I'm too busy singing,

"Make believe with me baby,
Let's make it true,
It's the only way of getting back,
It's the only way we'll ever get back to where we were,
It's the only way of getting back on track."
Written by
Mitchell
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