SERIOUSLY, IT'S TIME TO MOVE ON NOW THAT IT'S OVER
AND I CAN PROBABLY JUST HANG THE GARBAGE OUT THE WINDOW
AND LET THE STREET SMELL IT AND WE CAN STILL SMELL IT HERE
I WANT TO GET RID OF EVERYTHING ON THE FLOOR AND IN THE AIR
IN THE BREATH OF THE EVENING I PROBABLY FELT YOU
THAT'S ALL I CAN EVEN SAY TO DESCRIBE IT
I CAN'T - AND SOMEWHERE ELSE I AM SOMEONE ELSE
AND YOU ARE THE SAME WHY CAN'T YOU LEAVE
THAT THERE EXISTS A PLACE FOR YOU AND ME AND ANYONE
DOESN'T MEAN ANYTHING ANYMORE BECAUSE OTHER PLACES YES
I THINK THERE ARE OTHER PLACES TO MOVE ON FROM THIS
I'M JUST AN ASSHOLE WITH FLOWERS HANGING OUT OF IT
BUT EVERYONE STILLS MY FLOWERS AS TURDS I THINK
MAMDMDMAMAMAMDMDMAMAMDMDMADMMAMDMADMDMDMDMDMAMAMAMAD
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