All the home town boys
Wasting their time with oil and fire
Took some time
To flip a dime
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There comes a time in many relationships,
Believe me, I’m old
I know,
Where one questions themselves
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You understand the trivial things
The way the rain falls hard on the roof
'It's just mathamatics, ' you said.
But no, boy.
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finding yourself entangled between clouds
only fog in the distance
making it to see the end
of a very small earth
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Were you caught in the flight before the fall
taking in all its beauty
were you stuck in the realization before the crash
too late to remember what can't be changed
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As tonight falls down
I remember you
As the stars hit the pavement,
you rain
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Comforting lack of breath
Inhale yourself looking for a soul
Viewing a reflected self portrait
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And her lips die quick and cold beneath my own
They tremble still,
and her eyes won't close
But you're not here,
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My paintings and drawings thumb-tacked on
The closet door
Two rocking chairs
A Snapple bottle
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I lowered my chin down
This morning on the rye
From being set too tall
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