I believe in desperate acts. The kind that make me
I rode down to the tracks. Thinking they might sing
Been hearing about you. All about your disapproval. Still I
Sleeping off the last five years takes another five. Recovery
I just wrote the dumbest song. It's gonna be a
A little voice that's not quite your own. Count backwards
Boat on a hill, never going to sea. Anchored to
All of the neighbors decided: It's time to have all
In this ocean I'm a bag of tea.
I make some
I dug my fingers in the earth.
I drew you pictures
We stood in your room and laughed out loud.
Suddenly the
Beneath the door I see a light.
It's four a.m.
Did you ever wish you could be king?
and hoping it
I leave it burning and count the dead.
It reeks of
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