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Must Be Tails
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July 2010
I'm flipping U-Hauls, and walking lonely home,
but I have not been hurt, neither have I been stoned,
I'll text and call, because I think about you so much,
yet never will I make you feel uncomfortable, and never will I roll then touch.
Two nights in a row, a blast would be underachieving,
not once have I just spaced out, since no one is deceiving,
I have not had any time, alone to spend in my own head,
with no one to say good night too, it's hard to lay peacefully in bed.
I'm yet again stationary, as all sorts of moments pass me by,
seems like forever since I started free falling, and still I only see blue sky,
trying to get on with a scratched card, anything to not pay the fare,
but when my life amounts to pennies and nickels, it is hard to really care.
I walk by and fall, always landing tails up,
sink me into a dixie cup, never will I feel it's enough,
this dizzy life of mine, has been more like a crow than a blue jay,
confusion follows me around until night, shattered hopes and nothing left to say.
"sink me into a dixie
"sink me into a dixie cup"?
Love it.
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