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Won’t you leave me alone No please don’t go I mean Just stand there and let me think a minute While I walk backwards out the door This is my entrance in reverse How I’ve turned myself into an optical illusion Like the one with the mean old lady Or is it the princess Or you know the two old people in love no that’s not it It’s the wine glasses The ones I make you drink whiskey and beer out of Because we’ve always thought it was classy I’ve always fantasized about the ways I might leave this place I have this black and white photo of you And if I stare at the center of it for 3 minutes When I shut my eyes I see you on the back of my lids So what I mean is You can leave now I got my two left shoes And my knapsack full of road maps I always circle back sooner or later I mean You have that black and white photo of me too And one of my right shoes I leave things places Just to come back for them You’ve got the part of me that’s just off center The parallel line that redefines my optical illusion I walk backwards through doors And run circles in floors And drink whiskey from wine glasses And I always come back For the things I leave behind
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Jun 30, 2011
Jun 30, 2011 at 1:46 AM UTC
When She was an Optical Illusion
Won’t you leave me alone No please don’t go I mean Just stand there and let me think a minute While I walk backwards out the door This is my entrance in reverse How I’ve turned myself into an optical illusion Like the one with the mean old lady Or is it the princess Or you know the two old people in love no that’s not it It’s the wine glasses The ones I make you drink whiskey and beer out of Because we’ve always thought it was classy I’ve always fantasized about the ways I might leave this place I have this black and white photo of you And if I stare at the center of it for 3 minutes When I shut my eyes I see you on the back of my lids So what I mean is You can leave now I got my two left shoes And my knapsack full of road maps I always circle back sooner or later I mean You have that black and white photo of me too And one of my right shoes I leave things places Just to come back for them You’ve got the part of me that’s just off center The parallel line that redefines my optical illusion I walk backwards through doors And run circles in floors And drink whiskey from wine glasses And I always come back For the things I leave behind
jon-tobias
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Jun 30, 2011
Jun 30, 2011 at 1:46 AM UTC
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