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Picture you're home. (Red Shoes)
Hold it there. It's gone too far. The world's on fast forward.
I'm running from the bar
to the car and yet still staring
at stars
between the two bicycles
on the roof-rack
that take me to a place.
It is quieter than here.
I've been sitting in a bird cage,
on the backstreet of piss
and booze that leave bruises
I can't remember and allow me to lose
control...
until I am a bundle,
a burden to deal with.
A way to amuse the masses because it feels clever and unique
at the time, until the high defuses me.
"Sweat it out."
As if I wasn't dehydrated already
soon I am unsteady on my feet
surrounded by liquor and smoke and Mandy holding
my hands, tight. The man stands, coping better than I.
It shows he's bigger, taller
and I'm, a teddy bear, the woman.
I was more frightened than a Mayan in December,
Two-Thousand and Twelve.
Happy New Year you high, heady thing.
I'm running from the bar
to the car and yet still staring
at stars
between the two bicycles
on the roof-rack
that take me to a place.
It is quieter than here.
I've been sitting in a bird cage,
on the backstreet of piss
and booze that leave bruises
I can't remember and allow me to lose
control...
until I am a bundle,
a burden to deal with.
A way to amuse the masses because it feels clever and unique
at the time, until the high defuses me.
"Sweat it out."
As if I wasn't dehydrated already
soon I am unsteady on my feet
surrounded by liquor and smoke and Mandy holding
my hands, tight. The man stands, coping better than I.
It shows he's bigger, taller
and I'm, a teddy bear, the woman.
I was more frightened than a Mayan in December,
Two-Thousand and Twelve.
Happy New Year you high, heady thing.
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