Analog Rebellion
voice boxes and pretty teeth
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I drew a picture in the shower door,
But you didn't see it.
I left a note for you in the window,
But you didn't read it.
I made a song for you with frets and strings;
Trumpets, drums, and vibes, and things,
But you didn't hear it.
You didn't hear it.
I imagine you could do without all these things I leave about...
Like letters in your inbox, casual small-talk,
The compliments on little things,
Like voice boxes and pretty teeth.
Taste in movies and candies,
Family scars and your mother's ring,
You can do without those things.