Leave me alone, enough of the drone, if I wanted company, would I be here?
The plan until last call, consists of staring at the wall
Can't do that if you hover near
Don't take offense, it wasn't meant
"Don't take offense" is always what comes before
The words that slur to life when saying less would be more wise; the muscle flings me to the floor
It's high time I found a door
In the event that I smother in the back
Lose track of the coke back, sad sack, sugar for the cognac
Look, its not the best part of me
Through the briars, you remained a friend indeed
Filling in the blanks, the stagger dreams
It's high time I found a door
Is there a chance to heal
That this rift conceals?
An eternal argument
Chomps at the heels
Of progress, but only if you can leave these names off the blotter
But if we check the reel
It will not reveal
That fallow fields abound;
Contempt over zeal
A process, that only hits to the reeds, murking the water
Remember when you used to send, the mailers out to all your friends
A Christmas card, last year and then,
Offended by the precedent I set in motion, no intent;
Don't want to to build a fence
I cannot control, these wings are meltable, but instead of flight, just always pecking at the rind
Energy to theorize, with these gnashing teeth, distracted eyes, the
Depth of what is realized is lost between the lines
It's shuffled in with piles of daily mail
But i just poured an apertif,
That's just how it has to be, somehow
Don't call me back, I know the facts, besides you know how I'd react
I'd promise that this was the last
Time you'd be put under the axe
That's how I know I need you bad
But you know better than to forget
It's as good as it's ever been
I'm a self-made idiot
The drama will repeat again
Some friend
I couldn't bear to be, subjected to the charity, you know, stubbornness is piety, and a monumental bore
I will remain attached, as i gaze blankly at the empty glass, and I'll knock another back, it's all I do anymore
It's shuffled in with piles of daily mail
But i'm just where i ought to be
That's just how it has to be
For now
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