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I just needed to make a call Check in with the office **** pay phones never work Stealing all my money On dangerous street corners Where wary faces Suspiciously eye me Before yielding some space To another intruder And I have to watch them too Watch my back My eyes to the side That must be why I didn't notice Only wondered what made the Plastic so sticky Pressed up against my ear A nosebleed sick smell Those brown red spatters of Ketchup a kid squirted More there and there and Down on the ground A congealing pond More ketchup, I'm standing in it Then I realize it's not ketchup And I'm retching like I'll ***** Tell the office I gotta hang up Tight chest begins refusing Sin's air it will not breath in I'm loosing fast The mask The street face I put on Clenched jaw, tight lips Drowning man claws to surface For the safety of composure The faces, they're still watching They knew what I do now My grimy hand disgusts me Like a rotten stinking fish And I don't want to put it Back into my pocket To find that ****** car key But they own this corner, I just needed to make a call
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Sep 13, 2009
Sep 13, 2009 at 8:12 PM UTC
Just a Phone Call Away
I just needed to make a call Check in with the office **** pay phones never work Stealing all my money On dangerous street corners Where wary faces Suspiciously eye me Before yielding some space To another intruder And I have to watch them too Watch my back My eyes to the side That must be why I didn't notice Only wondered what made the Plastic so sticky Pressed up against my ear A nosebleed sick smell Those brown red spatters of Ketchup a kid squirted More there and there and Down on the ground A congealing pond More ketchup, I'm standing in it Then I realize it's not ketchup And I'm retching like I'll ***** Tell the office I gotta hang up Tight chest begins refusing Sin's air it will not breath in I'm loosing fast The mask The street face I put on Clenched jaw, tight lips Drowning man claws to surface For the safety of composure The faces, they're still watching They knew what I do now My grimy hand disgusts me Like a rotten stinking fish And I don't want to put it Back into my pocket To find that ****** car key But they own this corner, I just needed to make a call
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Sep 13, 2009
Sep 13, 2009 at 8:12 PM UTC
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