Will I rest my head in heaven
will I sleep in the stomach of the earth?
I'm not afraid of what might happen
getting dressed for work
I'm crying through my haircut
deep in the stomach of the earth
a quiet day, I show up drunk
to the Bank of America
the viciousness of the glee club
was legendary
the kind of thing you tell stories of
for the next few centuries
I watched the beauty of the world condensed
tipping too much on a twenty dollar check.

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