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Another night out in the sticks
Sewing stitch by stitch
Was it a solution
to hide from the comotion
They'll miss me someday
or replace me anyway
I'll just stay stitching up
these secondhand sutures

I miss the crows
and rows of corn
But being tied to the pole
before I was warned
was the final straw
that they stuffed into me
Disregarding the fact
that I may be a living entity
"You're my agent in the field"
He'd tell me everyday
I'm on guard till I fall apart
On watch until I waste away

But I tore myself down
and limped my way out
Now I'm slowly finding my way
to a purpose thats worth it
There's more to life
than scaring crows
As to what that is
Fuck if I know