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may
i came to wait
we were three weeks into may and still the flowers wouldn't come
and we just watched the rain for hours different houses different loves
going the same direction the direction wasn't up
powerless and heavy underneath the morning doves
swallowing their songs
and summer wouldn't come because the earth abandon us
when she called and couldn't wake the children that she loved
we didn't care
apathy's a gateway drug
so the people that aren't people can still sing their careless songs and the boys that will be boys can try to right what they made wrong
they never can
there's more than this i see it i just don't know how to feel it
and if hell was never real whats the burden i can feel in my stomach
