| I’m eating dinner alone
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| I’m writing face down on the table
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| Crossing vowels spilling over consonants
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| I’m waiting hungry like a drone for something worth moving for
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| Why am I so still, so shrill? |
| Why can’t I show what I’m made of?
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| Dirty socks fill my drawers
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| Empty glasses provide company
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| I make this mess so I can lift my hands for the inclination
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| I’ve had enough of the heat
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| I want to wear my coat again
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| How can I erase what I have misplaced?
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| I am so glad that you are not around
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| I am sleeping alone
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| To the sound of war drums
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| And the voice in my head speaking in third person
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| I seem more so like a dream but I can’t get it right
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| I rewrite over and over and over
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| Why can’t I just fall in your line?
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| Why can’t I just see that light?
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| Cause I don’t believe in war or god or poetic ammunition
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| I’ve had enough of the heat
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| I want to wear my coat again
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| How can I erase what I have misplaced?
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| I am so glad that you are not around
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| I’m so fucking sick of exit signs
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| Kevin slow down this is my exit
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| I just want to be no one else but me
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| Cause I am too proud to take advantage of your privileges
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| Your privileges. |
| I just want to be no one else but me cause I am too proud to
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| take advantage of your privileges
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| Your privileges. |
| I just want to be no one else but me cause I am too proud to
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| eat another meal alone
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| I’m writing face down on the table
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| Crossing vowels spilling over consonants |