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If I'm a Tony s

(anthony)

Then who are you 

I get the answer like sun too bright cold morning air

"the therpaist"

( not even the Russian, )

you're the therapist 

& if im part of a harem for you

which one am I 

I want to be the therapist 

might be the Russian 

maybe to be part of each is what

we're both aiming for to reach

know neither of us is a Carm

not banging a preist 

but we could go out for some chicken parm 

if I was really tony s

youd be in my harem 

I ask myself which one you'd be

get the answer popping up from my gut

like it escape it's cinder block- shoes

broke the surface out from the sea

"hes the therapist"

even though he should be the russian

which one am I 

what if I'm only the Russian mistress

but for you I always want &

hope to be the therapist 

guess could be part of each

Know neither of us is a Carmela

not loving a preist 

my Dad always made us his ziti with the mozzarella

at work last night could be missing you 

customers need help & everything go to my mind

I read the self checkout screen 

you got the mozzarella; but we missed the riggatte

young man comes in looking like Anthony jr

(from the screen not my brother ) 

he needs garlic spread I help him find 

another things keep happening like I need

any thing to remind

nobody knows 

nobody is The Nose

only gets me so cuz he reminds me of you

but yours' the one I need to see

rage flashes as i crash out

spiral as we say , wish I was wound up instead 

but this obsessive downward thing in my mind

must've seen her specter, from Jersey in my head

1 million times

(is a million reasons) 

seen the ex/ f-buddy about 1 thousandd

& girls on the yacht only a hundred this time

& how many friends did I smile on 

while you were gone 

Are we goldfish or salmon 

I don't want to be a salmon alone 

youre the one who really gets me/

maybe all those months ago 

(They call me DiCaprio 

I get burned by these same fires )

maybe all those months ago/

I knew against reason what that gaze was all about 

I just really knew the first time our eyes met

my little heart desires

a reaction so instinctual, near-devout 

Maybe  all those months ago

i  just knew , insurmountable 

I was going to have to Belicheck-you-out