The Long Goodbye

There’s a stranger in my mirror
And another in my bones
But I think I’m getting clearer now
I think I’m coming home
I’d like to drink a magic potion
Or wave a magic wand
But I’m just going through the motions, here
Slowly catching on
These are the days when your sentences trail off
These are the days when you just can’t meet my eye
This is the long goodbye
There’s a kettle full of water
Screaming on the stove
But I’m just trying to make some order here
Lining petals in a row
Another whispered conversation
Another slowly closing door
But you resist the old temptation now
And count the tiles on the floor
These are the days when the ceiling paint peels down
These are the days when the radio’s all lies
This is the long goodbye
These are the day sof the furious blue skies
You take the long way home and don"t know why
This is the long goodbye
This is the long goodbye
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