Have I found you,
On Rygar Boulevard,
Walking with a white and red pill down your system,
Looking suspicious at the quirky shadows of the night.
Have you been lost all this time?
Have you been looking for me,
With those baby brown eyes?
Have you taken the time to consider,
That not all that falls has been broken,
Nor anybody but yourself,
Can fix the fragile drum on your chest.
Have you been smoking,
Packs and pack of endless cigarretes,
Making excuses,
Saying it calms your nervous system.
Have I ever been as glad,
To encounter you on my midnight shift,
Walking towards a trash can,
Singing a one man opera,
And whispering to myself the craziest of things.
Have I found you,
Waving at me,
Smiling with your baby brown eyes,
Joining my song in the heart of the night.
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