Its a how do you do
not a how are you
I dont really do
no i dont really do much of anything
slip into the space behind the
curtains, bookshelfs, airplanes, shadows
There must be something more than seeing
lonely diners listening to
two old guys remembering remains from
black and white 40's to sephia 50's
and how long can you hold your breath and
how long can you keep clear from death the
woman hidden by your bedroom door
made you a scarf to stay warm
and im a lot like you were when you
had the guts to dine with the??? suicide and
get high and stay inside
the places that are slpstreams almost
enoguh to rip you out the window
the shadow has moved on
were stuck here in the sun
in the heat and electric home
in the heat and electric home
I still knock on your door
even though i know that youre
not home x 40
Without the stars the rise and then they move along
without the stars that rise and then they move along
no matter where you go
(not home)

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