Left uninspired by the crust of railroad earth
That touched the lead to the pages of your manuscript
I took my thumb off the concrete and saved up all my strength
To hammer pillars for a picket fence
It wasn't quite what is seemed, a lack of pleasantries
(My able body isn't what it used to be)
I must admit I was charmed by your advances
Your advantage left me helplessly into you
Talking how the group had begun to splinter
And I could taste your lipstick on the filter
I tried my best to keep my distance form your dress
But call response overturns convictions every time
My memory cannot recall, a wave of alcohol
We shared a cigarette and shaved the hours off
Lushing with hallway congregation
My best judgment signed its resignation
I rushed this, we moved too fast
Trips into the guestroom

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