I didn't do it on purpose, but I knew I was doing it.
I tried to get him to like me.
Pursed octogenarian lips thick fumbling fingers
My youth sits alone in the waiting room
Maybe you should get up and make it yourself
I ask for another favor
They're eager to drain us of blood
I wish I wasn't so good at embodying what I'm not
We didn't get invited to the wedding
Why are you together if you don't believe in it
I never thought I would.
II.
Why? Because when I run the blossoms are chin height
I breathe hard, inhaling them
Now I'll walk those same streets with my dog
Honestly I'm not ranked or free
I've never been able to skate
Prepare to eat your shorts for lunch
Can you fucking believe that I learned how to ski
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