In a letter [?]
That his mother bought him from the goodwill
‘Cause it reminds me of a time
How it goes when you need it
How it stays around, and you are trying
To be something different than you were
Am I lying to the crowd
If I say it’s just something that she found?
Every drop comes back around
And it’s heavy in the curtains
It’s making puddles on the ground
Blue
And the whitetails dreaming
Through [?] performing feats
Of military might for children
Crying
Is a poor solution
For the quickly burning body
Where we find ourselves applauding ways to feel
Am I making too much?
We all know we’re headed for a bust
Every drop is made of dust
And it calls you to the window
Where the women say hey, remember us
Now
He waits at the corner
I’m standing there beside him
Admiring his prematurely jaded style
Makes a mess of getting out
From under these impressions
Of our mothers that keep coming back around
Am I reading empty signs?
Is it just paranoia [?] times
Every drop comes down [?]
And it’s running through our bodies
We’re heavy on the vine
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