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Drilled
Folder:
A Little Black Book
Focus, Focus!
Rest your eyes on me
on us
the way things should be
could it ever be so again?
Never, never, never
and so on so forth
Eternity is closing in on itself
(I see it in the way my life fades)
so check out of the room we
Die, die, died in
and set forth through the
tear drop rain
Never mind the body bag lines
that grip the slipping streets
I don’t expect you know what it is
to zip zip together
and pile the trash for the dogs
of which I’d say
you sound just like
and every time they
bark, bark, bark
I remember how you would
lie to me
you love me
