Jordan Crider

She reflects like a newly born widow
waiting to be pried open, dissected, and analyzed,
cause that's all she's worth now, oh well,
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tell me how the resting sun looks so serene,
skip the description, not another comforting scene,
because the star escapes, and i lie awake,
while I'm sleeping,
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lets head down to the beach
we can watch the waves wash sand from our feet
stare at the lights on the horizon
are they ships that are leaving or just arivin'
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When the waters came we were sitting,
On your dry front porch,
Watching the remaining embers of the greedy fire-swept city,
Die away;
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Dirty child walk this way,
Leather toes over rusty clay,
Petty crimes you commit stain your pathetic feet,
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I look inside the warm window
wishing i could taste the fire's flame
i want a family to be a part of
but i cant enter with an icy heart
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While on an Eastern beach,
you might see,
among trash and seashells
she is fishing,
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i was a television hosting a cartoon,
on early saturday mornings, to take away your blues,
i was your comedian on those rainy afternoons,
giving you a smile in a soothing room,
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Where is he going?
he has no clue,
he got lost,
looking for you,
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i see a broken man on a crooked stick
holding the hand of his wife thats sick
reach for a half empty packet
strike the match light the cigarette
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