Won't you let me walk you home from school?
Won't you
An apologyYou heard it all from meComplacent andRepetitiousThere's nothing wrong
Privilege sent here
Where the ceiling meets the floor
Southern graces
They have
Hidden in a room
There's a cherry bomb
Outside of this place
He
Hey Charlie I'm pregnantand living on the 9th Streetright above
Every edge
Touches me
Every edge
Makes me bleed
Even in
Even here
How it is
Or
This person plans a story
And it's complicated
She has too much
When you go away
Forever
You leave behind
Broken time
Such a sad way
Could there be any satisfaction
In saying how it feels
Down on
Loud noise hear it could be searing
Distant at all times
Echo
In the time of my confession, in the hour of
In Corsica the engines blew
Your favorite writer died
In a car,
My head hurtsMy heart hurts tooWe all feel it and
She likes the hesitationHe has in conversationSad pity being poor,
On the way near a truck stop
That's behind my evil
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