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take you’re name off of the list
your static presence goes unmissed
but your missery undoubtedly
would read like fable poetry
seeping sour resistance
and i don’t know but i’ve been told
that drudgery will make you old
we’re engineered for servitude
fatih or objectives sink subdued
and i am sidetraked looking for you
looking for you
your time is my time
your time is my time
take a look outside
your feeble greatness withered dry
i am not that honest, am i?
star outside so vacantly
endlessly detached from me
if i’d known that i’d end up like
your absent husband, my callous wife
i wouldn’t have wasted all my time
all of my time
your time is my time
your time is my time
take a look outside
your feeble greatness withered dry
i am not that honest, am i?
i am not that honest, am i?