I’ve written enough similes to fill every verse,
hated someone enough to curse.
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These train tracks are just something to follow
Walking in the night solo
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I keep writing myself into mud-holes and becoming stuck,
another rut in the paper world.
I’ll write myself into something faraway,
just to get myself through the night.
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Vulnerability struck an envious heart,
one willing to love,
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Sorry to interupt this phone call,
but I need you now before I fall,
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I want to paint the sky,
to feel happy and feel so high.
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Look what the cat dragged in—
I still remember what you did after all these years—
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